Xavier pushed himself up, dusted off his jacket, then turned toward her and held out a hand. "Come on. I'll drop you off wherever you want."
Reva just looked at his hand for a moment, her expression unreadable. The moonlight from the ruins flickered faintly across his face, cold eyes steady on her like he wasn't even aware of the mess between them. She hesitated, biting the inside of her cheek—then finally reached out and took his hand.
He pulled her up effortlessly, and for a moment, she didn't let go. They started walking toward his bike, the gravel crunching beneath their boots, and her fingers stayed wrapped around his. She didn't know why she was holding on so tight. Maybe she was afraid he'd disappear the moment she let go.
