Gray’s POV

The morning light crept through the curtains, soft and golden, brushing across my face like a reminder that the night had finally ended. I blinked against it, my head still heavy from everything that happened yesterday — the anger, the confrontation, the words I didn’t mean to throw like knives.

Giovanni was still asleep beside me, her breathing slow and steady. She looked peaceful, too peaceful, and guilt twisted in my chest. I’d scared her. I knew it. Even when she tried ...