CHAPTER 8 (SAVED BY THE ENEMY)

XAVIER'S POV

I marched out of the tunnel, my heart set on one thing, determined to avenge the blood of Harrison and my dead comrades.

I did not know what I was going to do but I knew where I was going to start and so I marched onwards to the throne room.

I was just a few steps away from the throne room when I heard my Uncle's rumbling laughter.

I squeezed my fists tight, trying to hold back the rage within me.

How could he laugh so heartily when my comrades were lying dead?

How could he find joy when all those who had been my source of joy and support ever since he had confiscated what was mine were now one with the dust of the Earth?

I wanted to scream but I bit my tongue down.

I could feel the hilt of my dagger digging into my flesh, a reminder that it was ready to plunge deep into the heart of my parents' murderer.

But I paused for a while where I was.

I knew if I walked into that room, I would do something drastic and that was not who I was.

I was a meticulous person who believed