LXXIII- Not Going To Plan

"That was brilliant!" Greyson exclaimed as he walked into his room later that night. Indianna was lying on the bed, on the verge of falling asleep. "You should really consider acting, sugar."

Indianna smiled and sat up as Greyson sat next to her and wrapped his arm around her. "So it worked?" Indianna wondered.

"I'm pretty sure we convinced both Stacy and Rogue that I would have no problem hurting Stacy," Greyson smirked. "He'll be there in two days time with Martha. He wouldn't dare risk his mate getting hurt. He's going to do exactly as we say."

"You didn't hurt her though, did you?" Indianna asked cautiously.

"I want too," Greyson said, "but no. Stacy won't be harmed."

Indianna nodded and closed her eyes. "Good," she murmured and linked her fingers with Greyson's. "I love you."

"I love you," Greyson said softly and ran his fingers through Indianna's hair. "How is your burn?"

"Healing," Indianna said tiredly. "When are Jansen and Olivia arriving?"

"Tomorrow."

"I know that, idiot. Wh