AXL
“You saw the way he looked at me, right? Like I’m a constant f*****g disappointment to him?” Xavier grumbles.
I roll my eyes. Not this again. “It’s all in your f*****g head, Xavier. He looks at us all exactly the same.”
We stop in the front yard of Onyx Dragon house. Ronan and his sidekick, Simeon, will be skulking around here somewhere, licking their wounds after we annihilated them in the fight. I have no idea how they seem surprised to lose to us every single year when it’s such a regular occurrence.
“You’re imagining it,” Malachi adds. “He was disappointed in all of us.”
“But I was the one who f****d up, as usual. I was the one who should have stopped Ophelia from going to look for fight night. I should’ve—”
“Yeah, this time it was you, f**k-knuckle.” I punch him in the arm.
