"Xavier Grey... my dear friend."
His voice came through the phone lying on the table. It was on speaker, and I was seated close to Xavier, whose full attention was fixed on the device.
He didn't say a word. He simply listened.
"It's been a while. I'm sure you want to catch up," he said, and Xavier's grip tightened around the edge of the table. "I'm sure you enjoyed the gift I left for you at the hospital..." he added with a mocking laugh.
"You killed my grandma."
Xavier's voice came out low and filled with pain.
I couldn't see his face because he was looking downward, but I could tell he was hurting.
Stiles had gone too far this time.
It was all in the past now. Why couldn't he just let it go?
"I must say, it's the best one yet," he replied over the phone, his voice dripping with mockery and satisfaction—not a single trace of remorse.
Xavier lost it.
He couldn't take it anymore.
He grabbed the phone, rising to his feet as he shouted into it.
