SPICER GRAY
Today marks the 7th year of his exile. It aligns with his birthday too. Coincidence or not, it is cruel. The alpha should have waited for a day and put him under heavy security, then sent him away the next day.
Xander’s gloominess isn’t what I am used to. I hate to admit that I don’t like it at all. Nonetheless, I heed the little voice telling me I shouldn’t start talking. Propelling to downtown, where the aquarium is, I keep stealing small glances at him. He offers me a tiny smile, which for the first time, I return.
We arrive at the parking lot, and I am not shocked there are no cars. It has to do with Xander and his idea of ‘alone’ time. Since it was about him, I didn’t tell him not to book the whole aquarium for us alone.
He has no clue how much I refrained from bring
