Grayson eyed me. “You are not to go after her, X. Promise me.” I waved him off. “Of course. Of course.” Grayson nodded. “Good.” “Of course I’m going to go after her.” His head snapped up. “You mean of course you’re not going after her.” I squinted at him. “Isn’t that what I said?” Scythe chuckled. “Nope.” I shrugged. “Eh, same thing.” Gray seemed like he wanted
