Chapter 8 (Contracts)

Callie stood beside Grayson's car, staring at his face with a frown.

She looked down at her wrist, still held by Grayson, and sighed. "You can let go of my hand now. You already dragged me out here," she frowned at him.

Grayson slowly released her hand and watched her face. "We finally meet again,...

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