Adeline's POV

Kayden couldn't let it go.

The next morning, I found him in his study. Papers spread across his desk, his laptop open to various search screens.

"You're up early," I said.

"Couldn't sleep. I kept thinking about Grey. About where I know him from."

"Any luck?"

"No. And it's driving me insane." He rubbed his face. "I know I've seen him. His face is so familiar. But every time I try to pin down the memory, it slips away."

"Maybe you're mistaken. Maybe he just has one of those ...