KATRINA’S POV

I stormed out of Xavier’s apartment, my footwear striking the marble floor like drums of war. Each step was loud, angry, and unsteady because my hands were trembling and my eyes were blurred with unshed tears. Rage burned in my chest, but beneath it was a sadness that felt like a hole ripped open in the center of me. The kind of sadness that leaves you hollow yet burning at the same time.

The door clicked shut behind me, and I froze in the hallway, clutching my bag so ...