Tessa’s hands shook so badly she nearly dropped the phone. She pressed call before she could talk herself out of it.

Grayson picked up on the first ring.

“Wow,” he said casually. “Didn’t think I’d get the honour of a phone call.”

“What kind of human being are you?” Her voice cracked like ice. “You recorded me, you sick bastard.”

“Whoa. That’s not a polite way to greet someone, Tess.” Grsyson drawled.

“You filmed me without my consent. While I—” She couldn’t finish the sentence. “You’re disgusting.”

“First,” Grayson said, calm as poison, “I didn’t record anything. The cameras in the Thorne mansion run 24/7. Mother just happened to pull...