Lynn's POV

I'd taken exactly three steps back toward my room when I heard the door open.

All the way. The light from inside spilled into the hallway and I stopped walking without deciding to.

Grayson was standing in the doorway.

His shirt was half-unbuttoned, jaw tight, and his eyes found me in the dark hallway with immediate precision — a wolf who'd already known I was there. He'd probably known since I stepped off the elevator.

He didn't say anything. ...