Xavier’s POV
By the time I step through the heavy wooden front doors, the oppressive silence hanging in the air warns me that this won't be a quiet morning. Agar, the cook’s helper, lets me know my parents are waiting for me.
Had it not been for training, I would have stayed with Sloane instead of returning home this morning.
Both my parents are in the main drawing room. My father's frame is unyielding against the leather armchair, while my mother sits on the seat beside him, her fingers laced tightly over her silk gown. Both their gazes snap straight towards me.
Forcing my shoulders to remain relaxed, I make the first move. "What's going on?"
"Take a seat, Xavier." My father's features remain carved from solid granite, and tension twists in my gut as I drop into the armchair across f
