XARION'S POV
I shouldn't be here.
I know I shouldn't.
But here I am anyway, sitting in a dark corner booth of Luminara with Andrew beside me, both of us wearing reading glasses we don't actually need like we're just two business associates having a quiet dinner.
Which we're definitely not.
"This is a terrible idea," Andrew mutters under his breath, his eyes fixed on the menu in front of him like he's actually planning to order something. "You know that, right?"
"I know," I reply curtly, my gaze locked on the table near the window.
On her.
Megan.
And him.
Vance Stone.
They're sitting across from each other, laughing about something I can't hear from this distance.
Even from here, the low glow of the restaurant settles over Megan's face, highlighting the curve of her smile.
She
