Grayson's POV

I pulled her onto the floor before she could object.

She didn't object.

That was still new enough that it stopped me for half a second — the way she let me take her hand and lead her to the center of the room without bracing, without the flicker of calculation that used to cross her face every time I came close. She just came.

The pack made noise around us. A lot of it. I didn't pay attention to any of it.

Lynn's hand settled at my shoulder. Mine ...