Xavier's POV
"What are you saying?" But I already knew. The implications were too horrible to voice.
"I'm saying that maybe the fire wasn't an accident," Elder Thomas said carefully. "Maybe your mother staged her death. And maybe your father discovered the truth, so he had to be eliminated too."
I felt sick. My legs gave out, and I sank into a chair. "But why? Why would she fake her death? Why would she want to destroy me? I'm her son."
"Maybe she doesn't want to destroy you," James said slowly, pulling up another file on his tablet. "Maybe she wants to forge you. Shape you into something she can use. Think about it, if Thelma dies, if Elizabeth is there to comfort you, if you're broken and vulnerable... you'd be easy to manipulate. Easy to control. And with both the Leon and Silvermoo
