Gael Grayson

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Do you plan to stand there all night? The man didn't even look up from the book he held in his hands. —Probably. His response was so curt it made you press your lips into a thin line. The rain hammered against the room's windows, while the fire in the fireplace cast long shadows on the walls. Seated in an elegant armchair by the window, Gael Grayson looked more like a statue carved from marble than a guest in someone else's home.