Normally, Grayson Wilkes wouldn't have even come to the building ... but he'd been planning on visiting Amery (and this time, hopefully, the visit wouldn't end in both of them bleeding on the floor). That was the reason he was in the elevator, but the fact of the matter was that he had spotted Fiona the moment that she stepped on. He casually muscled himself toward her spot and resisted the urge to slip a gloved hand down onto her shoulder (he did know sometimes when he was stepping into the 'creepy' zone).
The fact that she was distressed wasn't lost on him, though, and he frowned faintly. Merlin knew that she'd made a poor choice marrying that muggle bloke, but she was a pureblood nonetheless ... and someone he was at least a little fond of.
"Fiona," he rumbled quietly, stepping out of the elevator onto the floor he'd seen her press.
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