XANDER
My gut clenches. One clean drop like a roller coaster, making the tough drop with humans in its bowels. She'll be here in a few minutes.
Knox is standing by the window, a reflective stoop to the drop of his shoulders. I pace my way across the length of the house, grateful it's just the both of us here.
My heart thunders like a stallion in my chest, and I tighten my jaw. This isn't the first time Mel will be spending the night here.
But this feels different. This time, there will be no leaving and no running away when things get tough. I wonder if she knows what that means.
Knox walks over to me, dressed as always a little better than a juvenile.
"You can stop pacing. It's not a good look."
"Why the f**k are you here, Knox?"
"Mel needs a certain level of familiarity. I'm here
