Maximus POV
I drove through the storm, rain pelting the glass like the pulse of my thoughts. I didn't care about the time or the weather.
Or the fact that I hadn't planned what I was going to say once I got there. Kay wouldn't talk—not about the dream, not about her—and I couldn't ignore the change in him.
He looked like someone torn from the inside out, hollowed by something I couldn't see, something only she could have caused.
If she did this to him, I had to know how. I had to hear it from her.
I have a really bad feeling about this, Xavier muttered from the passenger seat, his fingers tightening around the door handle.
What exactly are you planning to say? You are calling her out in the middle of the night like she's guilty of a crime.
I will say we brothers decided to ask her
