Behind A Locked Cage

…Xavien POV…

I thought I saw her this morning. In the crowd, she was standing with hot cocoa that she bought from the corner shop. As I came up to her, it was not her. Was I disappointed or not? I don't know.

It has been a week that I am back in the city. I have taken over the business. I feel in a strange way alive. That suite that I did not want to define me. It has defined me, and yes, I like it.

Do I miss my life on the ranch? Of course, I do, every day. Those are the days when I am locked up in meetings that can take endless hours, but in these endless hours, I realize that what my father did was not just sit behind a desk. My father made a difference, and that is a difference that I can say I am proudly part of. On the ranch and in that forsaken little town, I was the outcast; here I am, a man that you want to be seen with.

That is still a part of this life that I am trying to get used to. The spotlight, being under the eyes of everyone all th