“All right,” James said, his tone commanding but calm. “Now get off the bed, go to the wall, and face it. You’ll stand there for an hour. Use the time to think about what you’ve done wrong, and when I come back, be ready to apologize.”
Xander sulked as he shuffled toward the wall, his shoulders slumping in defeat. He faced the wall obediently but cast a quick glance back at James, pouting. I couldn’t help but speak up, whispering so Xander wouldn’t hear.
“But he’s sick—”
Before I could finish, James turned toward me, his gaze sharp as steel. He caught my hand mid-motion and held it tightly, his grip firm but not crushing.
“You’re hurting me,” I murmured, looking up at him. He didn't answer as he kept looking at me silently
“Are you going to break my arm to avenge your mist
