Chapter 145

• *Grayson *
• Ginny placed a gentle hand on my arm, her voice soft. "Grayson, she'll be okay. Dahlia knows what she's doing." I continued pacing outside Keera's bedroom door, anxiety threatening to unalive me. Dahlia had been attending to Keera for what felt like an eternity. The turning process was always unpredictable, what if I'd made a terrible mistake? Nyx handed me a bottle of water but I rejected it, not feeling the least bit thirty. Different thoughts warred in my mind.
• I should have been watching her more closely, but instead I'd been carried away by the pleasure that came with activating the mate bond.