Xander's POV

I took the stairs two at a time, making sure not to miss my step or anything. I wasn't exactly in a hurry but I would rather get to the dining before her. She had barely arrived and yet she was already giving ultimatums? I could already feel a storm brewing. Don't get me wrong, I loved my mother, but if there was something I didn't love, it was her overbearing attitude.

She had barely settled down, and the entire mansion was already getting lit up by her little tantrums. It would only be a matter of time before it would blow up into literal flames. Hopefully, this...