Xavier’s P.O.V
Josh’s frustration simmered beneath his words, a lighthearted mask barely concealing the annoyance that surged through him. “You guys need to stop hitting me,” he quipped, a faint smile on his lips, “maybe then I won’t lose any brain cells and can remember.” I exchanged glances with my friends, sharing a knowing look as we approached our designated table. The eyes of those around us shifted from their conversations to our group, shock etched across their faces.
Among the turned heads, she caught my attention. Titania’s gaze met mine for a fleeting moment before she pivoted away, feigning indifference as she continued her meal. Did she think that ignoring us would make us disappear? Well, her assumption was about to be proven wrong.
Ricky slid into a chair next to his girl
