The first rumble of thunder broke across the sky, like the heavens were warning them to run. It was about to pour heavily soon.

Another crack of thunder, louder this time.

Sky flinched without meaning to, a little broken sound escaping her throat. Xavier saw it. Felt it in his fucking chest.

He shifted his hand off the wheel and reached for her, warm fingers wrapping around her cold knee, grounding her.

“We’re not going home.”

Sky lifted her head, blinking up at him with those wide, shattered eyes. Her lips parted slightly, like she wanted to ask why, wanted to understand, but didn’t know if she had the strength...