Xavier Grayson's expression grew even colder. "If you don't sleep now, don't even think about going out tomorrow."
Adrian Grayson's temper was no smaller than his father's. The two of them locked eyes in a silent standoff for a long moment—until the little boy finally turned and stormed off.
Xavier Grayson called after him, "Go back to your room."
A moment later, a loud slam echoed from outside. The force of the door shutting perfectly reflected the depth of the little boy's dissatisfaction.
Xavier Grayson lit another cigarette. Then he dialed Chloe Bishop for the third time. This time, before the second ring could even sound, the call was cut off.
She really dared to hang up on him—getting bolder by the day.
He was about to dial a fourth time when a message from Chloe Bishop popped
