Sloane’s POV
"Get the hell away from her, Kai!" Xavier’s voice boomed through the apartment, thick with command and sheer, unadulterated tension. He slammed through the doorway, his chest heaving, gray eyes blazing as he took in the scene.
Kai sobbing at my feet, and me standing cold and detached above him. My hands stayed braced on the wooden surface behind me, refusing to touch him, refusing to offer a single thread of comfort to the person who had shredded everything between us.
Xavier had barely taken two steps into the cramped room when behind him is filled with noise. Shuffling boots, hushed whispers, and the unmistakable murmur of dozens of people crowding the back entrance.
My eyes widened slightly as I looked past Xavier's shoulder. The door frame was completely congested, not
