Xavier’s gaze was cold as steel as he secured his gloves, his eyes narrowing in determination. The room felt heavy, as if a storm was about to break. Mark shifted uncomfortably, unsure whether he should leave or stay. He glanced at Leo, lying peacefully, oblivious to the plans Xavier was making.
“Are you…are you really sure about this?” Mark tried one last time, his voice almost pleading.
Xavier’s expression didn’t falter. “Yes. This is something I have to do. No one else is going to get their hands dirty for me.”
Mark swallowed, taking a step back as he weighed his own loyalty against his fear. “Alright,” he finally muttered, his voice barely a whisper. “But if things go south, remember…I tried to warn you.”
Xavier shot him a dark look. “Noted,” he replied curtly. He didn’t need reminders, not now. His mind was set on his goal, and nothing was going to distract him from it.