“So then why are you here, Xaden?” “Because I can’t seem to stay away.” He sounds anything but pleased by the admission, but my breath catches anyway. “Shouldn’t you be out there celebrating?” Everyone else is. “We won a battle, not a war.” He pushes off the door and takes a single step, closing the distance between us, and lifts my braid from over my shoulder, slowly rubbing his thumb along the strands. “And I figured you might still be upset.”
