Rolex’s POV
Something was wrong.
I felt it the moment the sky darkened, the moment the air shifted around me like a whisper of warning.
Xavier was late. Too late.
He told me he was going to follow Lucas, and I let him go, thinking he could handle himself. But now? Hours had passed, and there was no word from him. No calls. No texts.
And Xavier wasn’t the type to disappear.
A deep unease settled in my gut, my instincts screaming at me.
Something had happened.
I pushed off the couch, grabbing my jacket and heading for the door. Nathan and Sean were in the living room, both tense, their eyes flickering to me the second I moved.
Sean frowned. “Where are you going?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Xavier’s missing.”
Nathan scoffed, leaning back against the wall. “He’s Xavier. He probably got int
