Maxten's POV
Ian had spent most of the day glaring at me, and we managed not to agree on anything. I don't know what happened with him, but he was pissed. He could get over it. I really wasn't in the mood for him and his moods. When they finally called it a night, I was never happier to go home. I needed to pack all of their things up and have them shipped to them.
When I walked into my apartment it was dark and cold and so quiet, and it was awful. I had already missed the television being up so loud and Kenzley singing her favorite frozen songs and the smell of Lyla cooking dinner and the warmth that they brought to my place, and now it was back to the dark lonely life I had before.
I grabbed the whiskey from the pantry that I had hidden when she came here, and I went up to Kenzle
