Page 19 of Pretty Little Shadow
"Seriously?"
I nodded.
"I want to see the site."
"My phone's in my apartment."
Grayson handed his over. I typed his code in and pulled up the website, then handed the phone back over.
He snorted. "Sexyscorchtracker.com? We're going to mock him about this for years." He put his phone back down long enough to open a box and dump pasta into the boiling water.
I sighed heavily. "Just tell me how to make him leave."
Grayson didn't reply right away. He was stirring the pasta.
And stirring.
And stirring.
"Grayson," I warned.
"I don't think youcanmake him leave."
"What does that mean?"
"I don't think I'm really supposed to say anything about what I know of Dare's plan."
"You can't keep secrets from me. You're supposed to be my adopted family."
"Technically, you'll be safer, wealthier, and probably happier if you're mated to a fae, so from a family perspective…"
I grabbed the nearest item—a completely dry sponge that rested on the edge of the sink—and chucked it at his back. It bounced off harmlessly.
"Tell me his plan," I ordered.
"Ask him yourself, Rae. I don't think it's a secret."
"I don't have my phone." It was an excuse, but I didn't feel ready to talk to or face Darius again anyway. I wasn't sure when I would.
Maybe never.
Probablynever.
Grayson slid me his phone again.
"I don't want to talk to him," I said.
"I don't know how you're going to be mates if you never talk to him."
"I don'twantto be mates. Can't I have a few days to just process everything without seeing or hearing from him?"
"You can try, but I don't know if he'll be on board. You'd have to talk to him to find out."
I flashed a glare at Grayson's back.
Then at the phone.
"Maybe later," I finally said.
