**Quinn's POV**

I locked myself in our room when I arrived at Grayson's penthouse. Not only was my body tired, but my mind was exhausted today.

However, I still had something to take care of. So I couldn't really rest. I took my bag and dumped its contents on the bed, then lay down on it.

I dialled Owen's number. I wanted to clarify exactly what he meant earlier that afternoon.

Luckily, Grayson hadn't arrived yet. He sent a message saying he had to finish some important things. And I was very ...