Xavier's pov
I went back to my room and threw myself on the bed like a dead fish, almost landing on top of Emily.
"Your brother is intense," I grumbled, letting out a grateful grunt as she started scratching my neck. Em giggled and lay down next to me so that her head was next to mine.
"Define intense".
"I don't care if you're a prince or not, if my sister has even a single complaint about you, I won't have the slightest problem finding you and quartering you - intense," I sighed. “Don't get me wrong, it's cute that he feels so protective of you, but I'm practically doomed already. You've already told me at least six hundred times not to leave dirty laundry on the floor, so..."
"Until he doesn't find out you're safe, though, aren't you?" she smiled and took my chin in he
