Chapter 68

GREYSON

“What do you mean, someone broke into her apartment?” I glare at Knox. On one hand, I shouldn’t fucking care. But that persistent side of me that wants to claim her—publicly—rears its ugly head again.

He lifts one shoulder. “She called and seemed pretty upset. She wanted Willow to find somewhere else to stay…”

“Because her being alone in that apartment is a good idea.” Sarcasm is my default when I’m trying to hide my real feelings. It’s not a great sign that it’s choosing to come out now.

“Listen, man. Steele offered to go pick her up and bring her here. It isn’t ideal, seeing as how we’re in party mode…” He gestures to the beer bottle in my hand. “But whatever. She can hang out in one of the rooms upstairs if she wants.”

Violet didn’t call the police.

Which probably means she thinks I’m behind it.

I frown and shake my head. Then the first part registers. Steele went to get her? Steele offered?

I didn’t think I’d have to knock his teeth in, but I will if I have to. Happily.

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