Getting to the car, Xavier tossed the countless bags of outfits and shoes into the boot with practiced ease. The faint thuds echoed in the quiet evening air. He shut it with a firm push, then glanced over at Nolan, who was watching him a little too carefully.
"Wait up. Asher and I will be heading to the other side," Xavier said casually, slipping his hands into his pockets. Then he added a wink—quick, deliberate.
Nolan stiffened almost immediately.
That look.
He knew it far too well.
It wasn't just mischief or curiosity. It was something darker—something that hinted at secrets buried deep beneath the surface, things Xavier rarely chose to share. And when he did, it was never without consequence.
Unease prickled down Nolan's spine.
Xavier was about to show Asher something. Not just anything—but that part of their world. The one normal people weren't meant to see. The one that left scars, whether physical or not.
