"You need to get ready!" Carlos shoved the frustrated Devil back. "Without a plan—and I assume without a clue—where do you want to go, huh?"
Xavier—with his eyes completely red and his pupils burning with Hell's fire—wanted to hate that man and what he said. He needed to find his soulmate but Carlos was right. Xavier had no fucking clue where is Luka.
My soulmate… He thought miserably.
All that was on Xavier's mind was Luka and that stupid Prophecy. Why couldn't they have peace?
Luiz brought Xavier water and helped him drink it. Xavier's hands were shaking too much for him to be able to hold the bowl himself.
"Where was your soulmate?" Luiz asked the boy, softly.
"I don't know," Xavier whispered. "I—They were—It was dark."
Luiz and Carlos both felt their heart throbbing for the poor boy.
