“What did you call my son?”
His voice was low, but it had this eerily dark chill to it. Celia wasn’t really scared, but she was a little intimidated. “X-Xavier...?”
The man’s eyes flashed red and his hand came down heavily on the table almost throwing away the food stashed out across it. “I told you to take this god forsaken creature out of here, I’ll break her neck before this day ends. A rogue doesn’t belong here.”
Xavier sighed, looking over at her. “Celia what did I—”
Celia interrupted him looking over at his father. “And isn’t it ironic that ‘Xavier’ belongs here even though he was a rogue? I’m not a rogue, stop addressing me as though I’m a nobody because my scent is tainted, I have a pack, I wasn’t kicked out, I chose to leave.”
“Then go back and leave my son alone.”
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