Chapter 190

Zoe's POV

We'd just finished breakfast when some guy a few years younger than Xavier walked in, wiping grease-stained hands on his apron.

"Morning everyone," he said way too cheerfully.

The old man jumped up to make coffee while the kid—who I assumed was the "son"—nodded at us before disappearing into his room. He came back a few minutes later in clean clothes, accepting the coffee like this was some perfectly normal morning.

"Your car's all fixed," he announced, shoving a piece of bread in his mouth.

Xavier's eyes narrowed. "What was wrong with it?"

"Fried electronics. Common issue with modified older models." The kid shrugged like this wasn't suspicious as hell.

I got up to grab my coat from the guest room, but froze when I heard the old man slide something across the table.

"What's this?" Xavier's voice had that dangerous calm tone.

"Your bill," the old man said like this was completely normal.

I turned just in time to see Xavier's face go through five different emotions.

"Bill?" h