A few days had passed since Xavier and Anastasia visited the Regalith sex trafficking ring that sold men. The first phase of their plan was complete. Now, all that was left was the real operation—the takedown.
Unbeknownst to the royal family who were still living blissfully by trying to recruit new men, their business was hanging by a thread, unaware that it would be taken down soon.
For years, Izara and her brother had been trapped, suffocated, forced to live under the weight of their parents' sins.
Now, they had finally found a way out. They weren't looking for revenge. They weren't looking for justice.
All they wanted was to escape. To get Edward the treatment he desperately needed. To flee—far away, to a place where even their parents wouldn't find them.
All they had to do now was wait.
SomewhereElse…
Xander had not been the same since Xavier walked out of his hospital room.
His usual arrogance, his sharp tongue, his unpredictable nature—all of it had dulled.
