Xavier's pov
The darkness was thick, dense, even sticky. Without a doubt, a trick of the Dark Sisters, to slow us down and disorient us on our own land.
Neither my squad nor I allowed them to stop us. Made invisible by Morgana, two Red Bloods in the lead, we ran through the woods as fast as lightning and silent as night, trying to catch a hint of Clayton's scent to track him down and kill him. Possibly in a slow, painful, and very, very violent way.
He deserved nothing else, given what he'd done to Em. Four years of constant torture could not be avenged with a quick death, no matter how efficient and clean it might be. No, the bastard had to suffer, come to beg my forgiveness for what he had done to her, come to regret the day he was born. Only then would I grant him death - but not
