Indianna had fallen asleep, her head resting on the window and her fingers still linked with Greyson's.
Greyson slowed the car to a stop and looked at Indianna for a few moments, wishing that she could be as peaceful as she was in that moment forever.
Eventually, he pulled his hand from hers and exited the car, walking around and carefully opening the passenger-side door before lifting Indianna into his arms.
He turned and approached the large four-storey house in front of him just as the door opened and Ace and Kal exited, walking up to Greyson.
"Quiet," Greyson warned them.
"What happened?" Ace asked worriedly. "Is she okay?"
"She's overwhelmed. Probably in shock," Greyson explained.
"Why?"
Greyson sighed. "Rogue?"
Kal perked up and grinned, cracking his knuckles.
"Rogues? Tell me where—"
"No!" Greyson snapped. "Not rogues. Rogue. The Rogue. He appeared, and Indianna recognised him."
There was silence between the three boys.
"He killed her father," Greyson said quietly.
"Shit."
"Why is he here?" Ace asked.
"Probably to finish the job," Kal muttered. "Everyone knows he's a psychopath."
"No. If he wanted her dead, she'd be dead. He wants her alive."
Greyson looked at Ace.
"I need you to gather some men and search every single fucking inch of this town. If you find him, you kill him. I'm not taking any chances, not when it comes to her."
"Of course," Ace said obediently. "Anything you need."
"Kal, I need you to go to Indianna's mother's house, just to keep watch in case Rogue decides to pay Iris a visit."
Kal nodded. "Gotcha."
"What about Indianna? Maybe you should take her to see Doc?" Ace suggested.
"I'm just going to wait until she wakes and see how she is. She's going to be shaken up. Get to work, you two, and keep me updated."
Greyson walked away from Ace and Kal, entering his home and making his way to his bedroom.
There, he laid Indianna onto the large bed and sighed, softly running his fingers through her brown hair as he fell back into a leather armchair.
"We'll get him, sugar, and we're going to make him pay."
Indianna was jolted awake by the image of teeth clamping down on her skin, and she gasped, bolting upright.
Her panic didn't subside as she took in the unfamiliar room. She clenched the soft black bed sheets in her fists, her eyes darting around frantically.
She looked straight past Greyson at first, but froze and slowly moved her eyes back to him. He was sitting upright in a leather armchair, his gaze locked on her.
"Rise and shine, sugar."
"What's going on?" she asked cautiously. "Where am I?"
"You're at my house. In my room."
"Why? And how did I end up in your bed?"
"You fell asleep in my car, so I took you here as I thought you might be slightly freaked out once you woke up."
Indianna frowned. "Why would..."
Her eyes shot open wide as she remembered the events of the evening.
"Oh my God," she whispered. "The wolf... It—"
"Try not to panic," Greyson said calmly. "It was just a wolf. They're quite common in this town. They rarely come into public—"
"It was the same wolf," Indianna said. "The same wolf that attacked—"
"Sugar, that's impossible."
"No, Greyson, I'm telling you—"
"And I'm telling you it's impossible," Greyson repeated. "What happened to you was years ago. There are numerous wolves in the woods, and they all look similar. Are you saying that the same wolf that hurt you tracked you down to this town, Indianna?"
"Don't make me sound ridiculous, Greyson! I know what I saw."
"You were scared. Your mind was playing tricks on you. You don't remember things clearly when you're panicking."
"No." Indianna closed her eyes and pinched the bridge of her nose, shaking her head. "No. It was the same wolf. I'm sure of it..."
"How old were you when you last saw the wolf, sugar?"
"It doesn't matter how long ago it was, Greyson."
"All I'm saying is that your memory from that long ago isn't going to be perfect. You have nothing to worry about, Indie. It's not the same wolf."
"You can't know that!" Indianna groaned. "You can't. I was there. I know what I saw—"
"That's enough now, sugar. It's not going to do you any good stressing about it. You need to move on. It was a random wolf, that's all. Now, do you know why I didn't want you leaving by yourself?"
"But I was so sure."
"I believe that you believe it was the same wolf, but logically, it can't be."
Greyson stood up and stretched his arms, his top riding up to show off his well-defined and tattooed abdomen.
Indianna snuck a glance, unable to help herself, but she coughed and swiftly looked away when she caught Greyson smirking at her.
"I should get going."
"That's a wise idea. It's getting late. Come on, I'll drive you home."
Once out of Greyson's room, Indianna marvelled at his house. The sheer size of it was intimidating. Rooms upon rooms lined the corridors, and everything was immaculate, from the pristine walls and expensive décor to the wooden flooring.
There wasn't a scratch or dent in sight.
"How big is your house?" Indianna asked as Greyson led her down a staircase.
"Four floors," he told her. "Turn left here."
They turned a corner, and Indianna heard laughter echo from somewhere in the large house.
"What do you do with all the space?"
"It isn't just my family and me who live here," Greyson explained. "I guess you could say my parents rent rooms out."
"So you live with strangers?"
"No, we know everyone who resides here. Ace, Kal and Harry live here. They wanted space away from their parents, so they moved in here. The house is a big community."
"That must be rather suffocating," Indianna commented.
Greyson chuckled. "Of course, you would say that, little miss sociable."
Indianna rolled her eyes. "Shut up," she grumbled.
"Straight ahead," he instructed, and they soon approached the front door and exited the house.
Indianna faltered when she saw that the house was in a large clearing, surrounded by woods on all sides.
"You live in the woods?" she said slowly, cautiously taking a step backwards.
"It's perfectly safe here, sugar."
"You can't guarantee that. What's stopping a wolf from—"
Greyson placed his hands on Indianna's shoulders, his skin touching her bare shoulders. Immediately, she felt the effects of his touch, and the panic forming in the pit of her stomach started to dissipate.
"You are safe with me, Indianna. I give you my word. Let's go to the car."
Indianna blinked, her eyes still narrowed, but she let Greyson slip his hand into hers and pull her over to a large garage situated to the left of the house.
She was grateful once she was sitting in Greyson's car, and she locked the doors, trapping them inside.
"I wouldn't expect such bold actions from you, sugar," Greyson commented, smiling amusedly when Indianna blushed. "If you wanted me behind locked doors, you should've just said."
"Stop it. I feel safer with them locked," she muttered and nudged Greyson's arm. "Drive, please. Get me the hell out of these woods."
"I told you that you're safe," Greyson said as he reversed the car and pulled away, driving down the dirt path that led away from his house and deeper into the woods.
"You can't control wolves, Greyson," Indianna said as she looked out of the window anxiously, watching for wolves in the darkness. "They're dangerous."
"Then if you see one, stay the hell away from it," Greyson said. "But they won't bother you here."
"I don't need telling to stay away from something that's dangerous," Indianna sighed. "But you aren't helping by living in the middle of the damn woods."
"What if I told you that I was more dangerous?" Greyson asked.
"Then, according to you, I should stay away from you."
Greyson smiled. "That's not going to happen."
"My mother told me to stay away from you. She called you dangerous." Indianna paused, cocking her head to the side. "Are you?"
"Am I what, sugar?"
"Are you dangerous? The whole school seems to be scared of you. There must be a reason for that."
Greyson shrugged his shoulders. "It doesn't matter what the school thinks of me. All you need to know is that you're safe with me."
"You didn't answer my question."
"Then add it to the long list that you have for me."
"Greyson," Indianna said slowly. "Is my mother right?"
"Would you listen to her if she were?"
"That's not the point."
"Would you?"
"I don't listen to my mother," Indianna said. "But if she is right, then I would question why I'm sitting in this car with you right now."
Greyson chuckled. "I could be the worst person in the world, and you wouldn't stay away from me."
"You're wrong."
"I'm never wrong."
"So, why wouldn't I stay away from you?" Indianna asked, raising her eyebrows. "Is it because of your charming personality?"
"Because I get what I want."
"And what do you want, Greyson?"
"You."
That one word knocked the wind out of Indianna, and she faltered, unable to form any words to respond.
"I..."
"Dangerous or not, sugar—safe or not—I wouldn't let you stay away from me. I always get what I want, and Indianna, I want you."