Darius's POV
I can't decide whether to feel guilty for making Grenade cry or to relish in my unmatched wit. Somehow, I've convinced Allison's ghostly father to trust me with bringing her back. For reasons I still can't understand, he actually believes my intentions are good. But there's a catch: I have to work with Grenade—and even let her stay in my house.
The thought makes me uneasy. What on earth am I going to tell Zain? He'd be furious. This is the same woman who humiliated him, and now I'm letting her live under our roof. He'll see it as nothing short of betrayal.
Just then, raised voices drift up from the lobby downstairs. I don't have to think hard to guess who it is—Zain and our new guest, already tearing into each other. I try to ignore it, but curiosity and anxiety gnaw at me. I'm restless, unable to stand by. Giving in, I step into my private elevator and descend, bracing myself for whatever chaos awaits.