Grayson's POV

Baron didn't scream the way Lira had.

He went silent instead — that particular silence that's worse, the kind that means something is being endured rather than released. He lay on the shift room floor with his jaw locked and his hands fisted in the mat, and the only sound he made was the air going in and out of him in controlled, deliberate pulls, like a child who had decided that whatever happened, he was not going to give it the satisfaction.

He was five ...