Namara's POV:

I pushed open the bedroom door, heart still racing from saying goodbye to Cynthia, only to find Xavier already excusing himself with a respectful bow. “Excuse me, Luna.” He said quickly. “I’ll leave you two to talk.”

He stepped out and closed the door softly behind him while I turned to Alexander, who was standing near the window, his shoulders tense, jaw set in that familiar line of worry.

“What happened?” I asked, crossing the room to him. “Xavier looked ...