Grayson was pretty sure he was being punished for something. He had no memory of dying, and yet he couldn’t help but feel like this must be what hell must feel like.

He sat in the passenger seat of Jude’s car as they drove down a quiet stretch of road.

"They're really excited to meet you, Gray. Probably too excited." Jude laughs awkwardly. "They might be a lot. But it comes from a good place, I swear."

Grayson nods. "It'll be fine, I'm sure." ...