Haylee's POVThe atmosphere in Aiden’s living room is so tense one could cut it with a knife and by the time we see Xavier’s convoy approaching through the front windows, I’m beyond antsy. Three black SUVs pull into the driveway, their engines growling like metal wolves, and I discern before they emerge from the autos — at least a dozen enforcers, who step out of them in step.“He brought an army,” Marcus murmurs, his hand going to the weapon that rests on his hip.He is sending a message,” Aiden responds darkly. “Symbolic flexing to scare off us.”Xavier gets out of the front car, and he looks so… different. That composed, charming front I have known for five years is gone. He moves like a predator, his face is hard, cold, and calculating, and there's something in his eyes I don't like; something that frightens my wolf on sheer instinct.‘Haylee,’ he shouts; you can hear him from a long ways off. "Come out here. We need to talk."“Like hell,” Aiden snarls, standing as a shield in fro
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