**Quinn's POV**

"Grayson will kill me if he finds out you're with me."

I glanced sharply at Owen. "Why are you afraid of Grayson now? Didn't you always want to beat him?"

Owen ran his fingers through his hair. "That's if he started the problem. Now the situation is different. I'm the one looking for trouble. But that doesn't mean I'm afraid of him."

I clicked my tongue in annoyance and chose to look out the window. "Quinn, you have to listen. I'm not afraid of Grayson, okay?"

"Yeah, whatever. ...