GRAYSON

I slammed the laptop shut, the tension coiled tightly in my chest. Skyler. Her face alone was enough to ignite the fury simmering beneath my skin, but seeing her put her hands on Ariana’s brother—the audacity of it—was too much. My father had played his games long enough, pulling strings, keeping Skyler hidden like a weapon he knew would drive me mad. But now, she was back, and I wasn’t going to let her slip away this time.

I grabbed my phone, quickly dialling the number of one of my men stationed at the house. He picked up on the second ring.

"Get Skyler," I ordered, my voice cold...