C67 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