Their clothes rustled faintly in the silence that followed — silence broken only by the soft chime of the night wind passing through the balcony rails. Reva's fingers trembled slightly as she tied the last strap of her dress, her eyes occasionally flicking toward Xavier, who was sliding his gloves back on, movements slow and wordless.
Neither of them spoke for a while.
Finally, Reva exhaled. "You should leave now," she said quietly, almost forcing the words out. "Before my father changes his mind… before he decides that sparing you was a mistake."
Xavier didn't respond right away. He only adjusted his jacket, and looked at the fading scar on her face before moving eyes down for a second, and then gave her a simple nod.
No words. Just that small, final gesture.
Reva watched him, waiting for something else — anything — but he didn't look at her again. It was easier that way. She turned, her footsteps echoing faintly against the marble floor as she led him toward the door.
