Grayson walked through the grounds of Hawthorne House, the autumn leaves crunching beneath his shoes. It was unusual for him to be out at this time of night, unless he was in the pool, but tonight he had a purpose.
He heard Isabel before seeing her, or rather, heard the arrows hitting the target dead-centre every time. He stood an acceptable distance away, watching her shoot arrow after arrow, until she finally ran out. She went to collect her arrows when Grayson spoke.
"So are we just going to stand here, not talking to each other?"
"Grayson Hawthorne." She turned around to take a look before turning her back to him again. "Tell me, do you still live in suits or has your wardrobe upgraded since I saw you last?"
That earned her a half-smile. "Isabel Schuyler, as stubborn and sarcastic as ever."
Still refusing to face him, Isabel spoke with an authority that somewhat reminded her of him. "Go away, Grayson." It stung, the way she used his full name, the arrow that she had sent in his direction hitting him exactly where it hurt.
And she walked away, never once turning back to look at him.
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somewhere only we know || grayson hawthorne x oc
FanfictionAfter being summoned to a billionaire's will reading, Avery comes to discover that she's not the only one the family's waiting for. Isabel Schuyler is another mystery for her to solve, but unlike the one left for her by Tobias, the Hawthornes know t...
