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When they left, she turned. They stared at her in shock and Greyson crossed the room, not stopping until he hugged her tightly. There were no words. There didn’t have to be. After years of emotional silence, she understood everything he wanted to say.
CHAPTER 31
“Sleep in Heavenly Peace”
Greyson headed back insidewhile Wren made her goodbyes to Jocelyn, Bodhi, and Astrid. Rather than digest everything that happened, he headed toward the dining room to help clean up.
“Grey,” a low voice hissed as he passed his father’s study.
He stilled, wondering if he heard a ghost.
“Greyson,” Soren hissed, poking his head into the hall. “Get your ass in here!”
He followed Soren into the study, where he and Logan hovered like vultures over his father’s desk. “What?”
They exchanged a glance, and Soren pointed behind him. “Shut the door.”
He wasn’t in the mood for more family dysfunction, so he left it open. “What’s going on?”
Logan spoke first. “It’s Wren.”
“What about her?”
“You gotta marry her.”
The front door opened, and a chill cut through the house carrying Wren’s recognizable scent. Greyson leveled his brothers with a threatening look. “Conversation’s over.”
“What conversation?” She appeared in the doorway, scanning their blank faces.
Logan opened his mouth, and Greyson shot him a lethal glare.
Wren turned her stare on him. “What’s going on, Grey?”
“Nothing.”
“We think you two should get married.”
“God damnit, Soren!”
“What? We all know it’s inevitable. After that spectacle at dinner, it’s clear how badly he wants us to lose.”
“This isn’t a win or lose situation. Wren and I are out of it.”
“No,” Logan snapped. “You don’t get to excuse yourself from every fucked up thing that happens to this family, Grey. You’re a part of this. Wren is a part of this. And Soren’s right, Dad did this because he wanted to watch us fail one last time.”
“Dad added that clause because he’s a miserable, lonely man who only knows how to push others away. I’m not lowering myself to his twisted?—”
“We’ll do it.”
He spun to face Wren. “Baby, no.”
She shrugged. “Why not?” Her fingers caressed the brown shoelace tied to her wrist. “We’re getting married anyway.”
“You are?”
“Wait, what?”
“When did this happen?”
