Xavier’s POV
Christopher groaned as Alexander and I hauled him into the house, his head slumping forward. Blood trickled down his temple, but his skin was already beginning to knit itself back together. I let out a sigh of relief. Our healing abilities had never felt more like a blessing than now.
We stumbled into the living room, Christopher muttering curses under his breath. As soon as we reached the couch, he shoved us off, standing unsteadily but with fire in his eyes. He glared at us, his jaw tight and his chest heaving.
“What the hell is wrong with the both of you?” he snapped, his voice loud enough to rattle the room.
I dropped my gaze to the floor, shoving my hands into my pockets. Shame burned in my chest. I hated that it had come to this, that we’d let things spiral so far. B
