XAVIER'S POV

The city outside my hotel window was restless, alive with horns, streetlights and vehicles revving in the late night traffic. London never really slept, but tonight it felt like the whole world was wide awake with me. I sat on the edge of the bed, shoes still on, tie loosened, staring at the floor like it held answers I desperately needed.

Melissa’s voice still echoed in my ears, sharp and trembling with fury, shutting me out. Her door slamming had been final—like a ...