Chapter 45 : Only for Me to See

*Lena*

Adrian retreated from the area, glancing back only once as he slipped back through the door of the warehouse.

Xander didn't speak. He just looked at me, his hands tucked in the pockets of his j acket.

I waited for him to say something for a moment, to say anything, but he was silent.

I shook my head, looking down at my boots before straightening up and attempting to walk past him toward the door.

He caught me by the elbow, pulling me to a halt.

“What are you wearing?" he asked, his voice low with a hint of rage.

“A dress," I sneered, yanking my arm free.

He ran his tongue along the inside of his lower lip, looking me up and down. I wished the hunger in his eyes hadn't had the effect on me that it did. My stomach tightened with anticipation as his gaze slowly met mine again.

“What do you want, Xander?"

“I need to apologize-"

“Need, or want? Those are two different things—"

He closed the distance between us with a single step, leaning down to whisper in my ear. His breath was warm on my neck, bringing a fresh wave of fire across my skin.

“I'm sony I wasn't there for you when Slate assaulted you in that alley."

I closed my eyes, breathing in his scent. He was wearing cologne, something woodsy and warm. I lost myself in it for a moment before I broke away from him once more.

“I need to find Heather and Vivien," I said flatly, void of emotion.

“They left," he replied, and my shoulders fell.

“What?"

“Heather left with a man, someone I don't know. And Viv told me she'd seen you come out here. I promised her I'd walk you back to your apartment when you were ready to leave."

I sighed, gritting my teeth as I looked up into his eyes. “I don't need your- help getting home. It's not far."

"If Slate-"

“Slate's gone," I said, a little too loudly. I flushed as a group of partygoers standing on the edge of the dock looked in our direction.

Xander took a step closer to me, furrowing his brow. “What do you mean he's gone? I saw him yesterday."

“You did?" I felt my knees start to weaken as I thought back to tire night in the alley, about the blinding light, and waking up alone and covered in an inch of fresh snow.

did you do to him, exactly?" he whispered,

he was holding me upright until I reached out to steady myself on the railing, wrapping my hand around the ice- covered

don't know, Xander. I really

“You used your powers."

at him, tears welling in my eyes despite my efforts to stop them. “I'm not who you think I am," I whispered as tire truth rose like bile in my throat.

to brush a lock of hair from

“You don't understand-"

my hand from the railing, wrapping his hand around my chilled fingers. “You spent yourself using

the blood root help me? Wiry did you go back to

to talk about this in private," he said as a group passed us on the

my hand, but inside of leading me around the warehouse, he brought me back inside, and we were hit with a rush of warmth as we entered the crowded warehouse and walked beneath the

to the bar and began

are you doing? I drought we needed to

lips. “This

flash of twinkling lights Xander had his arm

for Xander to touch. His fingertips along my upper amis as we danced felt like

him, my chest pinned against his

stress, and every anxiety I had flicker into embers to

only heightened when his hands traveled down my waist, his fingers toying with the break in

not wearing underwear, are

I breathed, closing my eyes as his lips grazed over the top of my

faster and more sensual. His hands continued their exploration of my body. Abigail had been right about the dress. Xander

only one thing we needed to talk about now, and

everything I needed to know just... faded into oblivion, leaving me wanting for

out of here," he whispered into my hair, turning me around to

with heat in the soft white lights above our head, and my hair was damp with sweat around my temples. I didn't know my mouth was slightly

“Where's your jacket?"

as he pulled me into a deeper embrace, our

you a new one," he growled hungrily, his hands planted firmly on

I subconsciously ground myself against him.

back to

I corrld say was,

***

the warehouse. I slipped on the snow-covered sidewalk but he caught me, murmuring about having to cany me back to his apartment. His place was across town, from what he said, and when I argued that we could go to mine,

mention of what we needed to talk about brought me back to reality. The cold was biting into my skin as we walked, even with

do. I wanted to be alone with him. I wanted to inn my fingernails down his

a snow-packed street and

him lead me into a booth near the

and heavy. He ruffled his hair, sending

he said casually as a bored looking

It was quiet here, nothing but the sound of the cook tapping his spatula against the

“You're thin, Lena."

shoulders and fell over- the slit up my thigh. I was thankful for that, but felt

before settling his gaze back on his

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