The silence in the room was suffocating.
Sasha stood rigid, her heart pounding so hard she thought Xavier could hear it from across the small living room. He was lounging on her old, worn-out couch, one arm draped lazily along the backrest, but the stillness in his eyes was dangerous. The kind of calm that came before a storm.
He finally stood, his tall frame casting a shadow that seemed to stretch across the entire room. His voice was low but sharp enough to cut through her bones.
"Who was that man?"
Sasha swallowed hard. She could still feel the echoes of fear in her chest from earlier, but anger was simmering right beneath it, threatening to spill over. If he thought he could barge into her life and demand answers...
She straightened her shoulders, forcing her voice not to tremble.
