Page 112 of Lessons In Grey

Diamond sat in his chair and pressed his fingertips together as he leaned back. “Sit.”

A chill ran down my spine. Nerves, fear. All I could think about was the fact that I was alone. Grey was in his class, teaching. He couldn’t just walk out. Whatever was going to happen here, would happen. There was no stopping it.

So, I swallowed past my suddenly dry throat, and headed for the chair.

He tracked my every move until I was finally settled. He inhaled deeply and released a sigh that seemed far too dramaticfor this world. “You’ve gotten yourself into a world you never should have stepped into, Emily.”

I could feel the sweat dripping down my spine. “I don’t…I’m just trying to get my degree and get out of here,” I explained carefully. “I don’t know what you’re getting at.”

“And yet here you are, fucking Greyson Navarro, sliding over his cock, uncaring of the people he has killed or the things he has done.”

I chewed on my bottom lip, my spine rigid. “Those are rumors,” I tried. “Just rumors.” So he did know about Grey. There had to be a reason for that. Maybe Grey didn’t expect Diamond to live that much longer. Was I staring at a dead man?

He watched me for several seconds before he pulled something out of the top drawer of his desk and tossed it over.

Pictures spread across the space in front of me, causing my heart to slam as I leaned over them. Me outside of the school. Me outside of the house. Me getting coffee. Me Christmas shopping. Ash, Syn, Grey, and I packing up the garage. Me standing in my room through my window.

My lips parted, horror filling me. I had found out this morning that someone had been following me, I knew that Azrael had taken care of it, but this?Seeingit? That was an entirely new form of psychological torture.

I picked up one picture in particular. It was taken three weeks ago outside of my house. So close. As if the car had been parked in my driveway.

“You have no idea the world you are stepping into, Emily. So, let’s be smart about this, shall we?” He leaned over his desk, trying to catch my eyes, but I couldn’t tear mine away from the pictures. “If you don’t step out of it, then we will make good on your idiot stepbrother’s little threat. We will kill you. Is that clear?”

My eyes flicked to his and back, my heart slamming against my ribs. I swallowed and shoved myself to a stand. Grey hadmade something else clear. Malachi wasn’t someone to be messed with. I was fine. No matter what happened, I was going to be okay. I had to believe that. I trusted him. “You’ve made it very clear,” I said evenly, finding his eyes. “May I get to class now? Finals are coming up and I can’t afford to fail.”

He watched me carefully before he waved me on.

Without hesitation, I turned on my heel and headed for the door, my eyes burning, my throat closing. What the fuck? What the fuck? What thefuck?

“And don’t tell Grey about this, sweetheart,” he called after me. “We don’t need another reason to gut you like a pig.”

It took everything in me not to sprint out that door.

But once the door shut behind me, I was shaking, my breathing short and shallow, my panic rising. Shitshitshit. I was going to tell him. It would be fucking stupid not to.

I couldn’t breathe.

I was fine.

I was at school, they couldn’t do anything to me here.

Had I just beenthreatenedby my Headmaster? What in the fuckingJack Reacherwas this fucking bullshit?

Just breathe.

Deep breath.

Deep breath.

Deep breath, Grey whispered through me.

By the time I had finally made it back to his classroom, my breathing had slowed enough to keep me from being the center of attention, although, walking into class late after being pulled out by the Headmaster wasn’t going to make me any less of a sore thumb when I walked in.

I took a few settling breaths before finally straightening and opening the door.

Everyone looked my way.

I kept my head down, not even glancing towards Grey as I headed for the closest empty chair.