Sloane’s POV
“Come on, Kai,” she practically commands, and Kai dutifully stands up with her, giving me one last lingering, possessive look before turning to follow her.
Did Kai forget he's with Maya now? Whatever. Who am I to judge the power of cheerleaders?
“What the f#ck?” Sly mouths over to me, but I ignore him, turning to Xavier.
“You don’t have to let them drag memories out of you,” he says, his thumb brushing over my knuckles, his voice rough with protective concern. “Take your time, don't rush and make things worse.”
Moros is concealing Xavier’s fear- if I remembered my feelings for Kai with my memory returning. He won’t know I severed our tie.
I look at the man who said it was a privilege to take care of me.
Me. The omega orphan.
When I tried to give his card back in the SU
