A teenager of around sixteen lounged in the pool with a glass of non-alcoholic wine in his hand, he stopped watching the screen in front of him and turned to the man wearing a butler uniform.
"Are you serious? Big brother did. Too bad father is still in the dungeon, he would be ecstatic. I told him Zane could take care of himself, he did not believe me. None of them believes me." There was a large smile on his face as he got out of the water. The butler walked towards him with a white towel. Xavier looked at his trembling hands and followed his gaze to the glass cup that he was holding, he rolled his eyes, "I would not hurt you. I learned my..." He hesitated, his black eyes that were filled with a playful glint suddenly gleamed with hate as he forced the word from his lips, "lesson."
His assurance did nothing to placate the butler who stood so tense like he was standing on hot coal. Cold sweat dripped down his face, noticeable to Xavier's exceptional eyesight.
