When his blue eyes widen and his skin turns whiter than snow, I’m forced to swallow the bile that burns my esophagus. Zeke bristles. “How bad is it?” I force out the words. Xander’s eyes remain fixed on the page, and his mouth opens but nothing comes out. A look of horror twists his features. What the fuck did she say about us? “Fitch!” Zeke’s harsh tone doesn’t seem to penetrate Xander’s haze. His knees buckle and he sinks to the floor. The pages of the magazine rustle loudly in his trembling grip, and Zeke snatches it away. Xander drops his head into his hands and lets out an anguished wail.
