XARION'S POV
I always knew Andrew was good at convincing people, but when he told me yesterday that Megan had agreed to meet with me today, a part of me didn’t believe it.
Maybe I was afraid to hope. Maybe I didn’t want to set myself up for disappointment.
But here I am, sitting in a secluded corner of a private hotel lounge, waiting for her.
The lounge smells of freshly baked pastries and rich coffee, murmurs of soft conversations humming in the background. A few other patrons sit scattered around the room, but none of them matter to me.
My focus is on the entrance, my leg tapping under the table like a restless drum.
It’s been thirty minutes since the time we agreed on.
And knowing Megan, I can’t help but think she's making me wait on purpose, probably to remind me she’s in con
