Xavier’s POV
Yesterday, I knew something was off. When we were together, I could sense a strange, turbulent tension hanging between Sloane and Kai. A heavy, suffocating shadow that made my jaw clench, but this?
What is this?
The moment my fingers touch her skin, a sudden, blinding warmth flares at the base of my skull. It surges down my arms, radiating outward from my palms directly into her body.
Underneath my touch, Sloane lets out a soft, shuddering breath. Her tense, agonizingly stiff muscles suddenly melt. The color creeps back into her cheeks, and her chest rises in a deep, unobstructed gasp as if she’s just been pulled up from the bottom of an ocean.
And what is this?
I stare down at her, dumbfounded. The sheer speed of the transformation defies logic. One second she was writh
