AUTHOR POINT OF VIEW

Xavier lay on the bed provided for them by Silver Creek. Everyone was outside chilling, partying, enjoying the alliance ceremony except him. He was the only one left in the room.

He ran his hand over his head, he let out a deep frustrated sigh. It felt like irrespective of how hard he tried or how closer it seemed, the outcome was usually futile, it always ended in a dead end.

“Fucking bastard knows how to cover his tracks and evil deeds,” he muttered, clenching his ...