Sloane’s POV
Moros. My posture goes rigid, eyes wide, my hand rests against my chest. The sharp tension tightening his jaw tells me he realizes I heard every vicious word Luna Willa spat out.
From the far end of the hall, several of his teammates round the bend, laughing loudly and calling out to him.
"Hey, Cap! We're heading to the main lounge to bring out the trophy!" Carter yells, throwing an arm around Noah's shoulders.
Xavier doesn't look away from me for even a fraction of a second. "Go ahead," he says, his voice low, commanding, and absolute. "I'll catch up with you guys later."
Behind Xavier, Kai pauses, but he walks away as if thinking better of it.
A few knowing smirks pass between the guys on the team, but they keep walking, their loud chatter drifting away until the heavy
