CHAPTER 36
Rosie's POV
When I got home, Xylus was slumped on the couch, his phone dangling from one hand, dark circles framing his tired eyes. He looked like he hadn't slept in a day.
"Long day?" I asked gently, dropping my bag by the door.
He gave me a half-hearted grunt, tossing his phone aside like it had personally offended him. "You have no idea. Pack affairs are a disaster right now. Between the border tension and..."
He paused, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"And what?" I asked, walking toward the kitchen. I grabbed two water bottles from the fridge and tossed one to him.
He caught it, cracked it open, and took a long gulp. "Dominic's wedding."
I froze mid-step.
My breath caught.
"His what?" My voice was a whisper, but it sliced through the air like a blade.
Xylus looke
