Carlos's P.O.V.
Grief hung heavy in the air, clinging to every surface like a fog I couldn’t shake off. Xander clutched me like a drowning man, his sobs tearing through the silence of the mansion’s hall. I stood still, arms around him, but my mind, my eyes searched for Harley.
Where did she go?
I had seen her, just a glimpse. Her face pale, lips trembling, eyes red with grief. She looked lost. No, worse than lost. Like someone holding herself together by a thread. And then she vanished from my view.
I wanted to go after her to pull her aside and ask if she was okay, but I couldn’t. Not with Xander clinging to me like I was the only thing keeping him upright.
A wave of irritation surged through me as I wanted to ask him why now? Why cry now when you were the one who kicked out your own
