Alice

Xavier's sudden grip on my hand was like a vice, his fingers digging deep into my skin. I winced, trying to wiggle my hand free, but he only tightened his hold. My wrist throbbed in protest, the pain shooting up my arm.

"Xavier, please," I begged, trying to keep my voice steady. "You're hurting me."

But he didn't respond. Instead, he pulled me along, his strides long and purposeful. I stumbled, trying to keep up with him.

"Where are you taking me?" I asked, my voice rising in alarm.

Xavier's face was set in a grim mask, his eyes blazing with anger. He didn't answer, just kept pulling me...