My mother pulled Xavier’s hand away from her neck without hesitation as their argument grew more heated.

“You don’t know who you’re dealing with,” Xavier muttered, trying to control his anger.

“You’ll find out soon enough. Trust me,” she replied confidently, her tone mocking.

“Why am I the only one who has no idea what’s going on?” Grandpa Falkor asked, stepping closer to them.

“This isn’t fair. I kept my end of the deal. His breathing is steady—he’ll wake up ...