POV: Xavier“Fuck I'm finished” I proclaimed leaning hard against the wall.The heavy wooden door of Room 412 clicked shut, and the sound felt like a prison lock.I stood in the sterile, white corridor of the hospital wing, my back pressed against the cold plaster wall as my shoulder blades burned where Mira’s iron bar had struck me, but that physical ache was nothing compared to the hollow pain freezing in my chest.‘I’d lost her,’ I thought, staring down at my hands. My knuckles were still split from the warehouse fight, stained with dirt and old oil from the docks. ‘I killed the only clean thing in my life because I was too weak to tell her the truth before my enemies did.’"Xavier," a voice called me from the end of the hallway. I looked up and it was my mother who was walking toward me, her left arm wrapped tightly in a white surgical sling. Rex walked a step behind her, holding a thick leather folder under his arm and their faces were both tense, but still carrying the adrenal
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