**Quinn's POV**

In the midst of this tense atmosphere, my phone vibrated. I had no choice but to let go of Grayson's hug to check it.

When I looked at the screen, I was quite surprised to see that it was Dylan. So I answered the call.

"Quinn, where are you right now?"

I glanced at Grayson and mouthed Dylan's name. "I'm with Grayson. Why?"

"Oh, it seems I called at the wrong time."

"Why? Are you hurt? Or are you lost somewhere?"

"No, no, it's not me. It's about Owen."

"About him?"

"He's ...