Chapter eight

Xavier watched the boy in front of him, his anger was bobbling inside him and it was taking all the strength in him not to thrash the whole house. He stared at him angrily, trying to calm himself. “You imbecile, is this how you are supposed to protect her, huh?” he thundered, his hand curled in a tight fist as he held it few inches from his face.

Oliver shut his eyes, refusing to look at him and then he whispered, “I’m sorry.” His voice was soft, weak like he too needed protection and Xavier was shocked silly by how weak he appeared and most importantly by how he was affected by his weakness. “I swear to God that I didn’t know this would happen. Everyone is from school and I didn’t think anyone would try to hurt her.” His voice was too soft for a man and Xavier instantly remembered that day in his room when he had walked out of the bathroom to see someone in his bedroom and he heard that soft voice purring ‘Mamma mia, who are you?’

He put down his fist and released his hold on Oliver’