26. Grayson, Wednesday 0910 a.m.

Chapter twenty-six

I don’t speak as I walk down the corridor, but every step tightens the drawstring. Pulling me in. Coiling something deeper.

She knew I’d see it.

The photographs. The quote. The restraint.

The message under the message.

Not submission. Not defiance. Something between the two.

Something far more dangerous.

She wants to be hunted. But on her terms.

The idea shouldn’t please me. It should infuriate me.

Instead, it sharpens me.

I smile as the elevator doors close.

I pull out my phone and fire off a quick message to Brooks.

She's baiting me.

Told you she was the one.

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