It was a lot later than he was usually out, but it wasn’t like he’d been sleeping anyway. He’d been busy at work on transcribing notes when he got a phone call from one very drunken Collin asking for help getting home. He agreed without much thought and even if he had thought about it, saying no to the witch was growing harder by the day. The car he’d borrowed from the Coven was easy enough to use and made finding Collin a lot easier. Grayson stepped out of the car and headed inside the club to find his friend. He could see a familiar face at the bar and moved over, extended out a hand to help the man who looked like he was about fall. “Hey,” he says smoothly. “You okay?”











