CHAPTER 10

Xavier's POV

A loud shrill of fright leaves my mouth as I struggle in my sleep and finally flicker my eyes open to see I am in my room.

I am wet all over and my breathing is hard. Instinctively, I sit upright on the bed with my gaze forward as I think over the dream again.

I thought I had gotten over it. It's been a while since I had that dream but now it is back. This dream has haunted me for years and now it is back.

Why?

A fresh toxic stab of guilt consumes me immediately and I drag a hand through my hair with my eyes closed and my teeth gritting each other.

Suddenly, a sharp pain hits me. I open my eyes as soon as I drop my hand from my hair wondering where the pain is coming from. Then my eyes fall on the bandage on my shoulder.

My right shoulder.

The memories come rushing too instantly.

I was shot on my way back from the club. Did I pass out? Who is behind this? What is happening?

Hurriedly, I step down from the massive bed ignoring the weakness in my body and the pai