Later that evening, we are sitting on the couch in Xavier's living room. My legs are pulled close to me. I had grabbed the blanket from the back of the couch, and wrapped it around me. Xavier made me a cup of tea, to help me to relax. I hold the mug in my hands, taking in it's warmth and aroma.
It's been a quiet evening. The events from earlier catching up to us. I stare out into the fire as the dawning realization of what happened begins to settle over me.
"How did they find us?"
"I don't know." Xavier responds, seemingly just as defeated as me.
"I will have Damian look into this, and until we find out how this even happened, I want Jax to stay with you at all times."
Any other time, and I would've easily argued with him. But after today, I just slowly nod. Fear settling in. I begi
