Aria's POV
Xander hadn't said a word to me since we entered the room. I had expected an explanation after the little jealousy stunt he pulled earlier.
"You should get some rest. Lucas wants to start your withdrawal treatment tomorrow," he told me.
"Is that a question or an order?" I asked him placing a hand on my hip.
He stared at me for a brief moment, then raked his hand through his curls, appearing frustrated. I wondered what it would feel like to touch those soft locks. But I quickly pushed the thought away.
"Your health is my top priority, and I won't sit around watching you slowly get ill when there's a cure," he said.
I rolled my eyes at his apparent concern, crossing my arms and leaning against the wall. I could sense my wolf's disapproval with my attitude.
