Third Person's POV
Xavier was breathless, staring vacantly up at the showerhead, feeling the water pour down his body as if that might cleanse him of his most recent sins.
“He doesn’t know his fate.”
Shivering, Xavier slid his palm across the fogged glass, glaring at the woman standing before him. Almost like a ghost—so similar and yet the posture was different as it leaned against the sink, some of the features sharper than the gentle woman he’d grown so fond of.
“If you’re thinking about going back on our deal, know that it will be impossible.”
The Augur.
In the flesh, giving a smile that looked more like a scowl.
“The God’s won’t allow it.”
As grave as the Augur’s tone was, there was a glint in its eyes.
“I haven’t forgotten,” Xavier growled. H
