CHAPTER 53

Xavian stood up from his office chair. It was already six in the evening, yet he hadn't attempted to go home. 

His wolf hadn't spoken since that day, which he was fine with—it just…felt awfully quiet in his head, that aside his pain. He'd planned to finally speak to Poppy, not for anything good, but to actually rid her out of his life like he'd planned, it just…it didn't feel as easy as he was hoping. 

Was he really going to be able to stand in front of her and tell her to…leave?

He angrily ran his finger through his hair, stopping when he felt the hair grip he'd had in his hair since morning. An uncontrolled smile formed on his lips, mind trailing back when she'd given it to him. 

Surprisingly, it wasn't a bad product at all.