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I blink into the darkness.

“Gray?”

He’s twisting beside me, his breathing ragged.

“No,” he mutters. “No, no, no…”

I sit up.

“Grayson?”

His hands clutch the sheets.

His face contorts.

And then he cries out a name that sends ice through my veins.

“Eli!”

Chapter 6

GRIM

“Eli!”

The name tears out of my throat as I lurch upright, grabbing for handlebars that aren’t there.

Headlights.

A horn.

The sickening sound of metal scraping pavement.

“Hold on!” I shout, throwing my arm out. “Eli, hold the fuck on!”

Something touches my shoulder.

I swing toward it.

“Don’t!”

“Gray. It’s me.”

A woman’s voice.

Soft. Familiar.

But I’m on the road. I can smell burning rubber, feel the motorcycle sliding beneath me. My left leg won’t move, and there’s blood in my mouth.

“He’s behind me,” I gasp. “I can’t find him.”

“Grayson, look at me.”

Hands settle against my face.

“You’re home. You’re at Blackwood Manor.”

I blink.