When Indianna woke she felt unusually heavy. She looked down and saw Greyson's arms wrapped around her and she sighed, trying to wriggle out of his iron grip.

A loud chuckle filled the room and Greyson tightened his hold on Indianna. "Morning, sugar," he said.

"Get off me."

"Arent you a ray of sunshine," Greyson said sarcastically.

"Please my darling idiotic mate, get the hell off me or I will piss all over you."

"Charming," Greyson snorted but he reluctantly let go of Indianna ...