Lana’s Point of View
“Get away from the door, Christian,” Xavier warned, his voice a low growl, and even from the way he grabbed my wrists with so much domination and ownership—I couldn’t even struggle. “I won’t say it twice.”
“You have no business removing her from here.” Christian remained his usual nonchalant self, with an unserious smile playing on his face. And I felt kind of guilty that they were both fighting because of me; it feels like I am the reason for the rift between them. “She doesn’t need help, and I am sure she is sensible enough to make her own decision—if she wanted to leave, she would have.”
I glared at Christian, he noticed, and then winked at me in response.
“I had it in mind to come look for you, but thank you for saving me the stress.” The smile on Christian’s
