The Art of Revenge
“Uh… Serena? Who’s that?”
“She’s your damn madam!” Xavier growled, eyes still boring into Peter’s face like daggers.
Peter flinched, then nodded quickly. “Uh, got it! You’re saying she’s about to be stolen away?”
“If you keep me locked up here, she will be,” Xavier said through gritted teeth.
Peter nodded, like he’d finally connected the dots. Then he gave a reassuring smile. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of this!”
“…At least you’ve got some sense,” Xavier muttered, swinging his legs off the bed. “Now hurry up and help me sneak out while no one’s watching.”