Xavier's POV
I was flying down the streets of Manhattan with the windows cracked open, the cool night air pouring into the car while Blinding Lights by The Weeknd blasted through the speakers.
Hailey was singing along beside me badly, I mean very badly and somehow that only made it funnier.
"Jesus Christ," I laughed, shaking my head as I glanced at her. "You are murdering this song."
She gasped dramatically. "I will have you know I have an amazing voice."
"You absolutely do not." I disagreed.
"I do."
"You sound like a cat fighting for its life." I teased.
She smacked my arm and I laughed even harder.
For the first time in what felt like forever, I felt light because I wasn't staring at evidence boards, chasing leads, or trying to catch a ghost named Lucifer.
The bastard was locked up and tonight? Tonight was supposed to be about celebrating, having fun and just relaxing.
