Grey's POV

She steals the air from a room the moment she stepped into it.

That’s Sara’s power.

It’s the effortless elegance she carries herself with, as though she had not come to steal from someone. And the mere thought of that made my heart prick.

The last time I had seen her, she was in my bed, unravelling me in ways I hadn't felt in a long time. Heck, I hadn't felt at all.

And now, she was here, looking for someone else, and not me, dressed so elegantly in a black dress that I ...