Her body stiffened when Grayson's piercing eyes flicked to it. His gaze lingered on Tyler’s hand around her waist. Slowly…his jaw tightened, something dark moved across his eyes before they returned to her face.

Tyler followed her line of sight and saw him too. His jaw clenched instantly.

“Well,” he muttered under his breath. “Looks like the party just got interesting.”

Grayson didn’t respond immediately. He just walked. Every step -measured. Every movement- slow and deliberate. The room seemed to shrink around him. Conversations faltered. Music dimmed in perception. Even Tyler felt the weight pressing down.

Then Grayson’s gaze locked on him—just two words, spoken in that calm, unshakable tone....