“How do I get out of this confounding hell?” I snarled. “You could try getting through me,” a voice replied from the darkness, and I flinched around, fire igniting in my palm and illuminating the cold gaze of my youngest and most worthless son. “Xavier,” I ground out, contempt lining my features as I looked him up and down. He was grubby with the evidence of battle, his roughly-forged armour making it clear that he had fought in shifted form before crafting it. “Are you so keen to reunite with your mother that you thought to find your death in me?”
I hope he kills you
