Two words changed everything.
Neville nodded slowly, processing this new information.
No memory meant no awkward conversations about what had happened.
No memory meant no need to explain why Neville had stayed instead of finding a way to escape.
No memory meant...
No memory meant Grayson was back to his usual self.
Something cold and bitter twistedly stabbed him in the chest.
Call it selfishness.
Call it self-preservation.
If he doesn't remember, then I don't need to say anything either.
After all, what was there to say?
Nothing.
So, let this clueless man be completely clueless for the rest of his life.
"I see," Neville said in a flat tone.
Grayson lowered his hands, and his expression had changed again somewhere that Neville didn't see. He knew that something must have happened. He knew that Neville was carefully hiding it, and he had to force it out if he wanted to know about it.
But before either of them could speak, Grayson's nose smelled something.
