Xavier ignored them.

His eyes were locked on his mother.

Burning.

Deadly.

Ruined.

She smiled at him.

Mocking.

Provoking.

Begging for death.

“Go ahead,” she purred, tilting her head. “Shoot me, Xavier. Kill the only person who ever loved you. Kill the only one who made you. All for a cum-drenched little whore who would have spread her legs for the highest bidder.”

Sky sobbed his name, clawing at him, begging him, but Xavier did not move.

He kept the gun steady.

He kept his body between Sky and the world.

“Do not move a single step, Mother,” he said, his finger tightening on the trigger.

“I will kill for...