|Sage's POV|
It has been about ten hours since Xavier left and I haven't been able to catch a blink's worth of sleep even once.
"Sage?" I hear Roger's voice from where he was eating his breakfast, and I blinked a few times before raising my head to meet his gaze.
"What happened?" He asks me, "you look tense since we started eating."
Jackson agrees, with his mouth full with french toast. He loves his food.
I sigh, shaking my head and run my hands through my hair, "Xavier was here last night." I state.
Jackson stopped eating and Roger's eyes widened, "again?" He asks, "what did Alistair have to say about it?"
His eyes are searching my face for signs of any new scars, worry and anger shining in them as his fist clenches shut.
I shake my head to calm them both down, Jackson too
