After breakfast, I'd slipped the magazines onto Xavier's desk which was kept in a much neater state in his absence, along with the rest of the sticky notes. The books that were usually sprawled about were stacked neatly in the corner, his pens kept in their designated mug which looked handmade. Now that I was really looking at it, I could see something that looked close to "Uncle" scrawled across the side with a shoddily drawn heart. It looked like a child had made it.
I couldn't imagine why a Pureblood would have a keepsake in their possession.
That would suggest building relationships and having softer emotions.
Both, I was certain, were impossible for his kind.
"Emelie!"
Straightening from where I'd leaned closer to the mug, I glanced toward the sound.
"Come down!" Masculine,
