Xander's POV

A sigh slid past my lips as I reclined further into my seat. I had been doing that for the past hour now, and despite how sturdy the chair was, it was a surprise how it hadn't snapped yet. I was pretty built, and even though the chair held my weight pretty well, I felt bad for testing just how durable it was. But even with that, you still couldn't blame me. It wasn't my fault. At least, not entirely.

I ran a hand through my hair, and if it wasn't already obvious, it was a good sign that I was frustrated. I always did that when I...