Xavion’s P.O.V.

I should have killed my father when he taught me how to hold a weapon. Not by guiding my hand, but by beating the hell out of me with the flat of the blade until I stopped crying.

However, I didn’t kill him, following his commands like a dog.

And now!

Now I had destroyed the only soul that was specially made for me.

Pacing back and forth, my boots echoed like gunshots in silence. My chest was heaving as my rage choked me with every single breath.

Azlynn knew!

She knew everything!

The moment that I dreaded the most was there, skinning me alive. She was aware...