Jen_C’s Reviews > Grayson > Status Update

Don't think that followed the Geneva Convention.

My mind wouldn’t shut off from all the possibilities Ella & Savannah are enduring. Had someone touched or hurt them? Would Ella once again slip through my grasp, but this time forever? Was fate so fickle that we would never share a future together? Have a family? We’ve already lost 7 years & realizing I might not hold her again is f-ing with my head. Vivid images of finding them both dead continued to plague me

He put the phone on speaker. When he does, my world tilts when I hear her voice. “They want a meeting with Captain Grayson Blackwood. If anyone else comes…” Ella’s voice breaks as she starts sobbing, “They’ll finish what they started and...and kill us both.” She’s cut off from saying anything else, and a disguised voice continues, “Further directions will be delivered to you soon. Don’t keep us waiting, Captain.

That’s when I feel someone squeeze my breast hard. It hurts, and I try again to scream. As quickly as it started, it ends. “We are saving you for later, little one,” the deep voice promises. “As for your friend, the boys have sampled her already and want more.” Oh, no! Not my Vanna.

Confusing keeping track of who's who when they keep switching between their given names and their nicknames. Styx, Beauty, Radar, Johnny, Pete etc.

Savannah, not sure what happened in the past, can’t change it. But let me assure you of this...I’m not going anywhere. Ever. Again. Now that I’ve found Ella,” I pause to reign in my emotions, “I can never let her go. I’ll never give up on us.” Savannah gazes at me suspiciously but relents. “I understand.

It’s like we picked up where we left off. Grayson telling me a few new jokes he’s learned over the years and me listening and giggling. I’m caught up in this stage that belongs to just the two of us. The rightness of being here with him catches me off guard, and my hardened heart cracks a little. Oh shit! I’m still in love with this man.

She’s leaning against the wall, her head back and her eyes closed. When the door slams shut, she immediately sees me and panic settles on her beautiful face. What have I done to cause this reaction? Calmly, I walk toward her. “Long time no see, my little Bluebird.

Gross.

Bluebird?” After all these years, she walks back into my life and I'm lying in this shit hole, my arm in a effing sling, wearing a hospital gown with my ass hanging out. My body thrusts forward, trying to reach her, but she turns away and runs out the door without a word. What was that about? Was that really her?