Xavier's POV
I hadn't reached out to Davina in a week because I'd been laid up sick.
My relationship with my mother? Let's just say it's far from perfect.
After her lover died, she completely lost it.
Last week, on his birthday, she ran off to the cemetery to "celebrate" it. It was pouring rain, and she acted like a woman possessed, refusing to leave. The bodyguards couldn't handle her, so I had to go drag her home myself.
By the time I got her back, I was drenched to the bone, and my forearm was sporting a fresh bite mark courtesy of dear old Mom. The wound got infected, and I spent the next week running a fever on and off. That's why I didn't contact Davina.
The fever had barely left me, and I was already thinking about her when, as if on cue, she called.
"Xavier, I've got nowhere
