**Quinn's POV**

"Please answer me, do you trust Hanz more than me?" Grayson's voice was now so low it was almost inaudible.

Still on my guard, I urged Dylan to leave. "Go back to your room and lock the door. Now." "I won't leave you," Dylan protested.

I growled. "I can take care of myself here. Please don't argue with me this time, Dylan. Just do it, okay?"

"Just be careful," Dylan said before leaving.

Right after his door closed, I finally approached Grayson again. "Did you just meet Hanz?" ...