Quinn
I stare at him. Then stare some more, completely forgotten how to breathe. Even Ian is quiet, although I guess the scowl on his edgy handsome face has more to do with disapproval than awe as it is in my case. He’s done with his potion, whatever it is, and is now watching me and Greyson in entertainment, hands crossed at his chest and all that.
My lips curl to form a sentence, but the words don’t come, as my throat suddenly feels too dry. I cough the lump off before I try again. “You… you risked yourself for me?”
I know that stupid jittery feeling at the pit of my stomach is pointless. Deep down I do realise that he did it to avoid more complications as, for example, having to deal with a corpse, which if I am getting this right, I’d be, if Grey and Mark didn’t show up on time. Gre
