The front doors blew open before Klara’s hand even touched them.
Cold morning air swept in, curling through the foyer like a cursed spirit.
And there he stood.
Grayson.
Tall, crisp suit, shirt open at the throat. Calm, collected, and far too...
The front doors blew open before Klara’s hand even touched them.
Cold morning air swept in, curling through the foyer like a cursed spirit.
And there he stood.
Grayson.
Tall, crisp suit, shirt open at the throat. Calm, collected, and far too...