Xyrus, one and Danny, zero

Trying to work was pointless for Xy. He had reread the same email at least three times and still couldn’t remember a word of what it said. His brain refused to focus on anything other than Lana Reign. It had been five days. Five days since she’d run away like a thief in the night, without so much as a goodbye call or even a measly note. It was hard not to be angry. She should have trusted him. She should have given him the chance to help. Instead, she’d packed up and left as if he didn’t matter. As if what they had shared the last couple of months hadn’t mattered. It was a hard pill to swallow.

A soft knock at the office door was a thankful distraction. He looked up to see Akira standing there. Normally, she would walk right in. She was trying to be considerate and respect his need for space.

“What’s up?” he asked, trying his best to sound cheerful.

She grimaced. “It’s time to go,” she said, in a voice that revealed her hesitation in telling him the news.

He let out a long sigh.