Xander's face faded in and out of focus, and his thoughts kept drifting away.
With the exception of Xander's quick bow, they entered the interrogation room without acknowledging the Black God.
Her instincts on high alarm, she met Xander's gaze.
She accepted Jonny's hand rather than Xander's and closed her eyes to the cold sensations of Transporting.
Gazing at his adopted brother and recalling everything they'd done to protect humans, Jule had no doubt giving up his life in the immortal world was worth it, despite Xander's uncertainty.
Xander's voice was quiet.
Xander's eyes glinted as he gazed down at Jonny.
Xander's attention was caught first by Darian.
He indicated the body of the Other at Xander's feet.
Xander's lip curled with a growl.
Damian made it halfway to the grass, where the Black God paced beside a calm Jenn, when Xander's low voice stopped him.
Hindsight—and Xander's revelation—made her look at his persistent presence and brotherly protectiveness in a new way.
Xander's elbow smashed into her face.
As she hacked at a young tree, she thought of Xander's words.
Xander's bite hadn't been gentle.
Jenn touched Xander's arm.
Xander's red eyes went to the unconscious god.
Her aristocratic features were pale and her eyes exactly as Xander's mother had once described them: the hue of spring.
Xander's surprise turned to concern for his mother.
Xander's eyes were glued to his mother.
It was not a warm smile, like Xander's mother gave him, but a kind of smile that left Xander scared, without knowing why.
The scent of blood ensnared Xander's senses like nothing else.
She observed Xander's fangs as they grew.
With apparent satisfaction, she released Xander and placed her bloodied wrist to Xander's mouth.
Xander's eyes settled on the mask and hood he dropped near the door when he arrived the day before.
The rage stirred and with it, Xander's fangs.
Inside was the red gem, Xander's only belonging, that he'd kept once his mother died.
Xander's honeyed growl was low and rich.
There was no dulling Xander's thirst for war and blood like she might retire a sword.
Xander's attention was on the streets that flowed with blood.
Xander's eyes went from the gem to her, the only person in either world that he trusted.
The nineteen-year-old spun at Xander's appearance.
True to his word, Jonny left Xander's at the fifty-eight minute mark.