Bloody hell. The Gods above just hate me don't they?
The last person that I wanted to see today was Xander. But here I was, arms crossed and sitting in front of him in an office chair which was surprisingly more comfortable than the one in that dungeon- office place.
I had yet to tell Xander what happened when I left the castle and I wasn't planning on telling him anyway, I was too angry at him. He sat in front of me with his shoulders hunched and his forehead resting on his balled up fists that were on the table.
He looked frustrated.
I, on the other hand refused to talk to him or look at him. I was disgusted by him and I think I made it very clear by my struggle when he dragged me back here. I even sat in the back seat of the car when he stuffed me in it and refused to take his hand
