Okay, Zane would admit it, it was funny watching Xavier sit with his hands on his lap and his head lowered, the very image of an obedient student incapable of harm.
"You would resume your therapy sessions." Xavier's head went even lower.
Zane raised his hand, "May I suggest Dr Shalom?"
Andre's sharp eyes moved towards, "Is your brother's situation funny?"
Zane fought back his smile, just now his father had praised him on the way that he had handled the situation and he was still riding on that high, "A little bit, father." "That is good. You know that there are guards stationed at the Palm Groove for your safety."
Zane wanted to thank him when his words registered and he froze, "Guards?" Xavier's eyes glowed and he looked at Zane with mischievous eyes. Zane's heart thumped and he signaled to him, don't. You owe me.
I am in this mess because of you.
