Xavier's POV
By the time I pull into the driveway from taking Sloane home, the sun is rising on the horizon. I shut the engine off and stepped inside, keeping my footsteps quiet- not out of fear, but out of habit.
Moros smells my parents, but thinking nothing of it, I continue up to my room to shower.
"You brought her into your room." My father’s voice cut through the dim hallway before I even reached the foot of the stairs.
He was standing near the doorway of the study, dressed in a crisp button-down, his arms crossed over his chest. My mother, Luna Willa, stood just behind his shoulder, her eyes fixed on me with a quiet, icy disappointment, in her floral-decorated yellow robe.
They smelled her. Of course, they did. Sloane’s scent is still clinging to my skin, my jacket, my hair. But
