Azlynn’s P.O.V.
Not again!
Xavion didn’t miss this golden chance to poke his nose in our lives and invited me through Hayley, ruining my mood. He had planned a picnic to enjoy his one-day break between his matches.
I was familiar with his tricks, so this wasn’t a new thing for me. However, Demrid was pretty stumped at this revelation, he questioned.
“Who is this savior uncle, my princess?”
Hayley’s tiny hand flew to her mouth as she exhaled in surprise.
“You don’t know about my savior uncle, daddy?”
She sat beside him and narrated the story of our a*******n, painting Xavion as Captain America.
“We were trapped in a rundown building and Uncle Xavion came there all of a sudden. He punched all the bad guys, daddy.
His black wolf is majestic!”
The horizontal lines of worry
