Grayson staggered through his front door, his mind spinning like a fidget spinner on too much drink and thoughts that would not go away. The revelation from tonight's encounter at The Velvet Room had shaken him to his core. He tossed his keys onto the console table with more force than necessary, the metal clattering against the wood, then they slid across the wood and onto the floor. Well, they could stay there.

"Fuck," he growled, running a hand through his hair. "FUCK!"

After Red had left ...