Run Riot (State of Grace #1)

I felt the moment Grace got back from her family’s house. I’d been growing increasingly impatient waiting for her, I was about to run out of fluid from fidgeting with my lighter so much. I felt like she needed me tonight, and I wasn’t there for her, and it was driving me fucking insane.

Almost insane enough to go after her. I hadn’t known exactly where she was—one of the obnoxious mansions in Auburn, presumably—but I almost felt like I could follow the panic I was feeling all the way to the source.

Grace shoved the door open and practically fell inside, kicking off her shoes and leaving them on the floor instead of putting them neatly on the shelf like she usually would, and threw her purse down on the side table.

I was surprised she didn’t rip the buttons of her jacket with how aggressively she tore it off as I hovered by the couch, debating what to do.