Chapter 51
Xaero was in his study when I arrived at home, sweaty and disheveled despite the cold weather. He seemed to be writing a letter on his desk, and failing at it miserably. Crumpled, balled up sheets littered the floor, the result of an overflow from the trash remaining on his desk. There were pink cuts on his cheeks and neck, and the ones on his forearm looked like they had just stopped bleeding.
My cousin looked up at my approach, standing in the threshold of his study. I must have looked crazed enough to draw a worried look to his face. Eyebrows pulling together, he asked me, "Are you okay?"
I frowned. "I'm fine, but what happened to you?" Xaero glanced at the injuries he bore, seeming surprised that they were there in the first place. "Did Lorenzo do that?"
With a hand, he
