Xavier's POV
The landing strip my jet was currently parked on, in particular, was privately owned. Off grid.
The name of the man standing before me was Cliff Blackwell.
He had a deep, dark gaze and held eye contact with an odd ease when he spoke to me. "Sorry about them," he muttered, addressing the entire armory of men pointing weapons in my direction. "You understand why they felt the need to take precautions." He glanced pointedly at me, clearly ignoring my own hired guns who stood at the ready to return fire if necessary. Apparently it was clear what the real threat here was.
"You called me," I reminded him, eying him carefully.
"The Augur told me I would have to leave her in your care one day," Cliff sighed, holding out a contract. "I never knew it would happen quite like t
