Amelia
I pushed open the door and stepped inside, Xavier was there, of course, his powerful, intoxicating scent never failed to make my knees weak.
I darted my eyes and gasped audibly. Palmer was there, standing beside the huge mahogany desk, his head hung low. What was he doing here?
"Close the door, Amelia," Xavier commanded, his voice deadly quiet.
I obeyed instantly, my trembling fingers turning the handle until I heard the soft click of the lock engaging. The sound seemed to seal my fate, trapping me in this room with whatever storm was about to break.
"Come here," he continued, his gaze never leaving Palmer's face.
I proceed forward. The silence in the room was suffocating. I could hear my own heartbeat, could smell the metallic tang of blood mixing with the usual scents of t
