ROLEX POV
I saw the mole," I muttered, breaking the silence in the car. The words felt heavy on my tongue, like a confession.
Xavier looked over at me, his eyes sharp with intensity. "The one on her shoulder?"
I nodded, gripping the wheel until my knuckles turned white. "Yeah. It's her. There's no doubt. She's our mate." The truth of those words made my chest tighten.
Xavier leaned back in his seat, rubbing a hand over his face. His shoulders slumped with the weight of our past. "She's changed, though. She's not the same Mia we knew."
"Of course, she's changed," I said, my voice laced with frustration. The anger—at ourselves, at the situation—burned in my chest. "We broke her, Xavier. What did you expect?" The memory of her tears from years ago clashed violently with the image of her
