“I’d like to know the same thing,” Violet said quietly from the doorway. I heaved in a breath. But I had no explanations. At least no good ones. Hayden focused his anger in my direction as he pulled out his phone. Nobody asked who he was calling, but it became obvious a second later. “Gray? Yeah, I need you down at Sinners. Now. Got one of your guys here.” He glared at me. “And another who needs to join.” Oh, not this fucking shit again. I pushed to my feet. “I’m not interested in Grayson’s damn support group.”
