Mr. Farrell, We Are Divorced
His gaze burned with intensity and he scorched the space around him.
His eyes narrowed, focused on some unseen point. His mind racing with thoughts of retribution.
Vengeance, Justice, his breath came in sharp, short bursts.
His entire body coiled, ready to strike, no sound escaped his lips but his anger screamed loud and clear. A palpable force, a living, breathing entity that threatened to consume everything in its path.
Xavier's face twisted, contorted and his features hardened chiseled from granite. Unyielding, unrelenting, his anger had become a thing of beauty and terror.
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