"But I promise I don't bite. I'll even let you ask the first question." Curiosity takes over and judging by the smirk on his face, he knows I'm chomping at the bit to ask the most obvious question. I can't help myself, the words spilling from my mouth before I realize it's too late. "Did you get rid of the finger from my room?" Grey grins, tilting his head back against the books. "I did. It's gone." "Good," I say, relieved to finally be sure.
