I knew the voice.
Grim Reyes in Crowne Hall, standing beneath Tansy’s massive chandelier.
Seventy-Eight
GRAY
I gently handed Sonnet to Story, then pushed them behind my back, turning to face the head of the Horsemen. “Here to settle your debt?”
He shrugged one shoulder. “Not quite.”
So, here to remind me of it then.
He leaned to the side, trying to get a glimpse of Story. “I think we’re beyond this. I’ve had my hand inside your wife.”
“If you’re trying to upset me, it won’t work,” I said easily. “You saved my wife and my child. I’m indebted to you beyond a simple tattoo.”
“That’s good, because this is more than a simple tattoo.” Grim slowly leaned back, gaze locking with mine again.
Tension threaded the silence. We owed him a giant fucking debt, but he had yet to call on it. Instead, he visited every now and then, and I didn’t know how the fuck he got through.
“Whatever the Horsemen need, the Crownes will oblige.”
Grim arched a brow, grinning. “You might regret saying that. Well…” Grim speared his hands in his pockets. “Until next time.”
He turned, disappearing down our sprawling cobblestone driveway.
“How does he keep getting through?” Story asked.
“I don’t know.”
Once Grim left, we’d spend hours trying to figure out how he got in, and attempt to patch the hole. And once again, I was sure, he’d fucking figure out a way to get inside my walls.
It was impossible to keep death out.
I grabbed Story’s face between my palms, drawing her close. “Little wife, there’s a surprise for you in the garden. When you’re finished, meet me in our room.”
Her brows popped. “A surprise? What is it?”
I was going to propose to Story Hale, finally.
For real.
Tonight.
I kissed her softly. “Then it wouldn’t be a surprise. I’ll see you in a few hours.”
I took Sonnet from her, trying to hold back my laugh at the suspicion in her eyes. It was too fucking cute.
“Don’t forget to do what you’ve been putting off for a month, Grayson.”
How the hell did she find out?
Her brow caved at the confusion on my face. “Gemma?”
I rubbed a hand across my jaw. “Oh, right.”
“What did you think I was talking about?” she asked.