Chapter 119 A Game Of Sorts

• Xavier’s Pov
• “Now why do you look like hell?” Leo's voice sounded through the study before I even looked up. I know it’s him from the sharp smell of his cologne hitting my senses a second before he barged in.
• I scraped a hand through my hair, suddenly wishing that I’d taken Steve’s advice earlier, on retiring early. Because I didn't have the patience to listen to Leo, not with my thoughts being so scattered, with no visible sign of containment.