Deviant (Boys of Winter #3) - Sheridan Anne Page 0,108
trying to act as though she’s in control. “Look at yourself. You can’t even walk in a straight line.”
“Straight lines are overrated.”
And just like that, he jumps at her.
Grayson all but flies across the room, rapidly closing the gap between them. Paris squeals. She may have a knife but that’s nothing compared to the strength and weight that Grayson packs. She tries to scramble as his arms close around her and as they lose their balance, they begin to fall toward me.
Paris pushes hard and Grayson goes crashing down over my legs, crushing the wooden chair and my legs beneath his weight as he desperately tries to cling onto her. The chair breaks into little pieces, freeing my arms, but with Grayson’s chest weighing down my legs, I’m still trapped.
Paris lands right beside me, slamming down on her ass and she instantly starts using her feet to push him away. The knife is nowhere to be seen, and as I try to reach for her, she gets herself out from under him and scrambles back until she’s against the wall.
Paris flies to her feet and I watch as panic surges through her wild stare, trying to figure out if she should take Grayson out and kill me, or if she should bail and try again another day. Resolve flickers through her eyes and she curses before grabbing the windowsill and launching herself out onto the second story roof.
“NOOOO,” I cry out, trying to wriggle free from under Grayson, knowing it could be ages before we get another chance at her again.
Grayson groans just as I get my feet out from under him, cutting my leg against the splintered wood of the chair. I scramble to my feet and fly to the window, looking out just in time to watch Paris jumping down from the second story of my home and dropping into the manicured lawn below.
Every bone in my body tells me to throw myself out the window and chase after her, but with the boys unaccounted for and possibly hurt, I won’t be going anywhere. Not until I know they’re okay.
“You’re a piece of shit, Paris Moustaff,” I yell after her, gripping the windowsill as anger bubbles within me. “Don’t be fooled, I will find you, and when I do, you’re going to wish that you were already dead.”
Paris looks back at me with a wicked smirk, knowing that with the boys unaccounted for, I won’t be going after her. “We’ll see about that,” she calls back, and just like that, she disappears into the bushes, leaving me in a furious rage.
“FUCK,” I yell, swiping my hand out over the top of my desk and watching as everything goes flying off and crashing to the ground.
“We’ll get her,” Grayson promises, his face all scrunched up in pain as he tries to get to his knees.
I rush in beside him and try to help him up onto my bed where he instantly crashes back down, his eyes drooping closed as the effects of whatever she did to him still overwhelm his senses. “Where are the guys?” I ask, shaking his shoulder, needing him to stay awake. “Are they okay?”
“Will be,” he grunts. “They’re just passed out. She gassed us.”
“What? How?”
Grayson shrugs his shoulder, too out of it to think about the little ins and outs of Paris’ twisted plan.
I start moving. “I need to check on them.”
Grayson grips my wrist, pulling me back until my ass is crashing down on the bed beside his head. “No,” he demands, the authoritative growl in his tone keeping me seated. “It’s not safe. I opened a window, but we have to wait until the gas clears, otherwise we’re both fucked too.”
“But—”
“No. They’ll be alright. They’ll just have wicked headaches when they wake.”
I let out a sigh and look down to find him staring back up at me, fighting the need to close his eyes just to make sure that I’ll be alright. “Thank you,” I whisper, trailing my fingers over the side of his face. “I really thought I was done for.”
Grayson shakes his head, his eyes growing heavy again as he reaches out and pulls me into his arms. “Not as long as you’ve got us in your corner. We will always find a way to get to you, even in the most impossible situations. I'll never let her hurt you.”
I roll in his arms and press my lips to his as he closes his eyes. “I love you, Grayson.”