XANDER
I played it completely cool when Kat walked back into the kitchen, visibly shaken and absolutely furious. I kept right on frying the bacon as if nothing had happened, though doing so was not particularly easy.
Truthfully, nothing — absolutely nothing — since last night had been easy. Not since Lucian had called me in the dead of night to very calmly ask if I happened to know where his wife was.
It hadn't been easy to keep myself from jumping for joy when my brain finally connected the dots and realized she’d officially walked out on him. It hadn't been easy to force myself to get out of the house when I went to check in on her last night; it hadn't been easy not to lie down next to her in that massive bed, or to resist tracing the edge of her face while she slept. It had been pu
