**Grayson's POV**

I headed towards Quinn, who was sitting on the couch. I had just come back from practice for tomorrow's home game. And I was drained. Not physically, but mentally.

How could I not be? Even though I told Quinn I would beat Hanz professionally, seeing that man's face made me want to punch him.

I'd be lying if I said I didn't hold a grudge against Hanz after what he did to Quinn. The way he tried to trick me by belittling Quinn was truly unforgivable. He should go to hell with ...