To this day, Grayson Hawthorne was the only person she’d ever told about the memory, the dreams, her father’s suicide, the fact that she’d been there. And Grayson Hawthorne hadn’t cared. Of course he hadn’t. She was a stranger to him, a nobody, and he was a Hawthorne, an arrogant, cold, above-it-all, asshole Hawthorne who didn’t care how many lives his billionaire grandfather had ruined—or whose.
