XAVIER
"I'd like to be alone for now," I told Ethan.
He hesitated. When I turned, I caught the question in his eyes. But the firmness of my expression must have convinced him that this wasn't up for any argument. I watched as he gave a respectful bow and quietly stepped back.
Shoving my hands deep into my coat pockets, my fingers brushed against the folded note, a physical reminder of the decision I had made. My steps echoed softly down the corridor as I moved with purpose.
I deliberately steered clear of Xander and Xerxes's quarters. I didn't want my brothers catching wind of where I was going or what I was up to. Their suspicion was the last thing I needed tonight.
Outside, the Packhouse bell tolled eight times, its sound ringing through the cool evening air. Two hours. That was all I had to get to the meeting point.
I was crossing the grounds when a voice called out behind me, sharp and vaguely familiar.
"Alpha... Xavier, isn't it?"
I turned around, startled but composed.
