Grace’s POV
“Grayson, snap out of it!” I yelled, my voice cutting through the tension like a blade. His dark gray eyes locked onto mine, and I watched the fire in him slowly dim as he tried to steady his breath. The raw anger drained from his face, replaced by something softer, something almost... regretful.
“I’m sorry, Grace,” he whispered in my ear, so low that only I could hear him. His apology lingered in the air between us, but I couldn’t shake the anger simmering in my chest. The scene he’d caused—his fight with Zane—was unnecessary and reckless. He understood my unspoken rebuke and averted his gaze, taking a step back.
I turned to Zane, needing to assess the damage Grayson had done. But Zane, with his vampire abilities, had already healed. His injuries were gone, his amber eyes g
