Sloane’s POV
‘Babe, call in a sick day today.’ Zia’s words were pained as she speaks. From my window, we’re watching Xavier drive away.
Inside my apartment, I am clutching my chest, my face contorting. I’d requested that Xavier drop me off at home and head back to classes. Because my wolf needed time to heal and since he had no idea about the rejection Zia had just undergone, he was hesitant at first, but he said he understood.
He was still under the impression that the rumors had affected me, and I am playing that.
Watching Xavier’s SUV disappear, I didn't question her and dialed my boss’s number.
The agony doesn’t arrive in a single strike. It builds while I make the disappointing call, where I was chided a little. By the time I hang up, the slow-burning venom has seeped into every
