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= Menu I turned to Kane, my voice calm but firm. âWe can manage,â I said, keeping my expression neutral, He ignored me entirely, his attention fixed on Grayson.
âItâs late, and youâre clearly not in good shape,â Kane said, his tone authoritative. âI canât allow anything to happen to you in my pack. Get in the car.â
Grayson shifted slightly, his gaze meeting Kaneâs. After a moment, he gave him a small nod. âThanks, Alpha Kane.â
I closed my eyes and exhaled in frustration. Grayson shouldnât have accepted his offer. This was the last thing I wanted.
Reluctantly, I helped Grayson toward the car, guiding him carefully. When we reached it, I opened the back door and helped him settle inside. Once he was seated, I walked around to the other side of the car. But before I could get in, Kaneâs hand gripped the edge of the door, stopping me in my tracks.
âAnd where do you think youâre going?â he asked, his voice laced with suspicion.
I raised an eyebrow, looking at him like the answer was obvious. âInto your car?â
His expression hardened. âWhy? So you can go to the hotel and carry out whatever scheme youâve cooked up?â
My patience was wearing thin. How much humiliation was one person expected to endure?
âI donât care what you think my soâcalled plan is,â I said sharply. âBut I donât think I can trust you with him.â
Kane let out a cold scoff, his voice dripping with mockery. âAnd who exactly is he to you that you suddenly donât trust me? Your latest target after your fiancé, Axel? Oh waitâexâfiancé, because heâs lying halfâdead somewhere, isnât he?â
His words cut deep, delivered with an unnerving calmnessâas if it were second nature for him to insult me.
âDonât talk about Axel. Heâs none of your concern,â I snapped, meeting his gaze headâon. âAnd as you just heard, Grayson asked me to help him. So if you really want to help him, youâll let me do my part.
Without giving him a chance to reply, I climbed into the backseat and slammed the door shut with more force than necessary.
From my seat, I caught a glimpse of him through the window, his fists clenched tightly at his sides.
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He stood there for a moment, took a few deep breaths, and then walked around to the driverâs side. He slid into the seat and started the car, his movements tense but controlled. The silence that followed during the ride was suffocatingâan uneasy quiet filled with unspoken tension.
I stayed in the back with Grayson, refusing to let Kane take him alone. I wasnât about to risk losing contact with Grayson again.
As the car rolled toward the hotel, my thoughts drifted. How would Grayson remember this night? Would he think of me when he needed help again?
An idea struck me, and a small smile tugged at my lips. I reached into my bag, pulling out a pen and a small notepad. Quickly, I scribbled down a note:
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o Menu âGrayson, here is my cell number. Please call me when youâre freeâI need your help. Seleneâ
I carefully wrote my number at the bottom of the note, folding it neatly. I glanced at Grayson, wondering how I could slip it into his pocket without drawing attention.
As if fate had heard my dilemma, Grayson suddenly leaned against me, his head resting on my shoulder. His breathing softened, signaling heâd fallen asleep. It was almost too perfect.
Seizing the opportunity, I glanced down at the pocket of his pants. Moving as slowly and carefully as possible, I slipped the folded note into it. When I finally succeeded, I couldnât help but let out a soft laugh at my own resourcefulness.
But my moment of triumph was shortâlived. As I turned my head toward the window, my eyes flicked to the rearview mirrorâand froze.
Kaneâs dark eyes were locked on me, his gaze intense and unrelenting. He wasnât watching Grayson. He was watching us.