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Harry's POV.
'' Now you better start talking, or I'll be pissed off and I assure you it's not a good view.'' Damien threatens and I take Grace's file from his hands, placing it to the nightstand and sit myself next to Grace, as to protect her.
'' I know nothing sir. I'm just doing my job and you're frustrating it'' she pretends to be upset but I try to stand up and go fucking make her talk but Grace's hand gently places on mine. As I turn to look at her, she doesn't seem scared or angry, she looks so peacefully calm, her eyes trail a long line up and down my body before she leans over and presses a kiss to my lips. I stay there freeze as she brushes her nose to mine.
My brave girl. She strokes my cheek with her palm and she throws the cover away from her body, slowly standing up. In this moment, looking at how slowly Grace raises from bed, I don't think about her as something that needs to be protected, I'm so amazed by the royalty her body can hold. Her head is high, her pace steady as she walks towards the door where the nurse stands. I know why is acting like this. She isn't doing this for herself, she's doing this because she has something to protect and it's not just the baby, it's me and her family. Her friends.
She's extremely courageous when it comes to defend the ones she loves, and you better not mess with Grace when it comes to the people she cares about, because she can be really ruthless.
Her bare feet touch the floor and Amanda offers her hand to help her but she shakes the head smiling warmly as she approaches to her father. She places a hand on the back of his shoulder, making him turn around and look at Grace in shock. She shouldn't be standing up after all the things that have happened but then again, try and stop Grace when it comes to guarding what she will die for.
'' I'm Grace '' she presents herself and the woman looks at her confused '' I'm sure you should at least know my face before betraying me. Would be rude knowing you have done something bad without even giving to the name on your contact, a face. At least now you have a reason to hate me right? because I've done nothing to you, am I wrong?'' she doesn't let the woman replay to her statement as she keeps going '' The thing is,'' She leans in and read the name on the target she's wearing on her costume '' Mary, Scott thinks I'm some kind of dumb piece of furniture he can move round without bothering to ask if I'm okay with it. He thinks I'm weak, which is not far from the truth especially right now, but this doesn't mean I'm not going to fucking take my anger over some of his little minion. He has way too much of them anyway, I'm sure he will never notice your departure'' Mary blinks in astonishment, Grace's words strike hard.
'' My friends here'' she opens her arms looking at us all briefly '' are gentlemen they will never beat up a woman, because they have moral and they're good people, more than your beloved master'' Mary gulps down loudly as I leave my sited position to go touch Grace. I need it more than she does, she's like a drug to me, the more you try to take me away and clean myself from it, the more I crave it. I linger my finger to her hips and even if no one notices, she relaxes a bit, signalling me that for her it's important knowing I'm right next to her.
