Xavier's POV
I lounged back in the VIP section with Hailey pressed comfortably against my side as we recovered from our latest round and honestly, if we weren't in public, I wouldn't have stopped.
The music thumped through the walls of the private room while city lights flickered through the tinted glass overlooking the club below.
I swirled the whiskey in my glass and took a slow sip, the smooth burn sliding down my throat while Hailey was nursing a bright pink Cosmopolitan, looking entirely too pleased with herself.
She looked good tonight... flushed, satisfied, and clearly enjoying herself. I had my arm draped around her shoulders, holding her close, laughing at some story she was telling about a precinct mishap and for a moment, it was easy to forget the constant weight of the Lucifer investigation and the fact that he was back at the station pressing on my mind.
