Alan and Riley pulled Xavier off of the ground, wrapping his arms around their shoulders, as they quickly led his wounded self back to his bedroom. They lay him down carefully, covering his bleeding wound with a cloth. Damien had almost ripped his head off, and if they and Kiara had not intervened, Xavier would not even be alive.
Yet, in spite of the pain and anguish, Xavier looked calm. A ghost of a smile played on his lips even as his eyebrows were knitted together, and his eyes were clenched shut. He was calm. Content. Satisfied.
Because finally, his mission was coming to its end. His goal would be complete. Finally, Xavier would have his revenge.
He felt himself drift in and out of consciousness, while his wounds were barely healing. There was a commotion around him, but everythi
