MIA'S POV

I folded my arms and stared at Xavier with growing irritation as he blocked the path. His audacity was astounding. Standing there, his posture rigid and authoritative, he acted as if he had some right over me.

Tristan, leave, Xavier demanded, his tone harsh and absolute.

I clenched my fists, my patience snapping like a brittle thread. Excuse me? I stepped forward, my eyes locking with his. Who do you think you are to tell me or my guest ...