Page 282 of Chandelier Sin
His childhood had destroyed the boy within—he had never recovered. He threw himself into his work, and his gift lay in the ability to shape spaces, his art transcending structures, envisioning environments that evoked emotions. His awe-inspiring efforts created a timeless expression of his ingenuity—forged in the mind of a once tortured man. He tried giving the world the peace he could never find.
“Greyson, who did you kill?” I whispered.
He dropped another book.
It wasn’t lost on me that I was dropping another friend off with Cameron. Though Greyson was his dear friend, too.
I’d texted him asking for advice and he’d told me to bring Greyson to him.
Driving at breakneck speed with Greyson in the passenger seat while I impatiently questioned him wasn’t my finest moment. I needed to know he hadn’t snapped and hurt Amelia.
Cameron met me in his driveway.
“It’s over,” I whispered, letting him know the women were free.
He motioned for me not to say anything in front of Greyson. He was already too fragile.
Together, we hustled Greyson inside Cole’s Beverly Hills manor.
“He’s in shock,” I said.
I might have suffered a heavy dose of toxic shock myself, after his wild confession. Though vague and confusing, it was noless terrifying.
This situation was way above my level of expertise.
We ended up in Cameron’s study.
The room was familiar. I’d relaxed on his couch on numerous occasions and played a round of chess with him. His carved desk looked impressive.
The room reflected the man, with enough books to last ten lifetimes stacked on shelves. I hoped Greyson didn’t try attacking them.
Cole stepped out the room for a second, perhaps to go warn his wife not to interrupt us.
The less we exposed Greyson to others, the better.
I took this time alone with him to push for answers. “What did you do?”
Greyson slunk down in the armchair. “She betrayed me.”
“Amelia?”
“I loved her.”
“I hear you.”
“I thought we were good for each other. I was kind to her. Trusted her.”
“Greyson, you’re an amazing guy. Any woman would be lucky to have you.”
“I fucked up.”
I bit back my response, terrified he’d altered the course of his life—and ended Amelia’s.
Cameron came back in and stood before Greyson.
He said under his breath, “Mia’s good in these situations.”
Cameron studied Greyson, making a quick assessment. “Something happened? Tell me about it.”
