For two weeks, Kia hadn’t returned.
The days stretched long, kia's absence made each one heavier than the last. Logan had begun to think that maybe he had abandoned them completely, gone back to whatever corner of the human world he found amusement in. He had considered the possibility more than once, and a part of him almost wished it were true. Life without Kia’s constant mockery, without his sly remarks and smirks, was quieter—even if it was also lonelier.
But when the door finally creaked open that evening, Kia strolled in as if nothing had happened, wearing that same infuriating confidence. His presence filled the large sitting room at once.
Logan sat rigidly in his chair. Samantha was curled on the sofa beside Theodore, and Xavier leaned against the wall with his arms folded. They
