Chapter 6
Dori
God, he was perfect.
So much about him reminded me of King Ezekiel off The Walking Dead.
I mean, Xavier was younger, didn’t have a full beard, and his hair was pure black, lacking the grayed frost Ezekiel hosted, but he had the same basic physique, very similar facial features, and the actor’s majestic, commanding countenance. I almost expected a tiger to come padding up beside him and sit at his knee.
“You again,” he murmured, shaking his head before crossing his arms over his impressive chest and letting out an exhausted sigh. “Why am I even surprised?”
“I didn’t start it this time, I swear,” I told him, hugging myself and trying to control the chattering of my teeth after I pushed my way to my feet. But I was so freaking cold. And wet. “Not that I started anything l
