Xavier stayed put, boots crunching on scattered rubble, eyes locked on Reva. The ruins around them swallowed sound, but every heartbeat, every shallow breath, felt loud enough to echo off the charred walls.
Reva stepped forward, slow on purpose, as if testing the space between them. Her gaze never left him, and for a second, Xavier felt that familiar flicker of thrill — that dangerous mix of irritation and something darker that made him hard "You think you can just waltz in here, huh?" she said, voice low, almost taunting. "I could've left you stranded in this hellhole. But no — you always show up. What if I just snt you a fake address to mess with you?"
