Xavier's P.O.V

I couldn't describe the anger that I felt on seeing Irene still wearing the same clothes she had on before she left. I heard Irene throwing a fit up the stairs, screaming and crying for them to leave her alone. Sounds of broken glasses echoed around the house but that wasn't my business, my gaze was fixed on the wall clock. It was two minutes remaining and if Irene wasn't out before the time lapsed, then trouble would surely ensue.

Sitting at the slave quarters was something that the servants found surprising because whenever they locked eyes with me, they stood still, quivering with their heads ducked down...