He was already reaching the end of the hallway when Adelaine had to run to catch up to him. Sometimes he was the most concerned because for her she had never known even more than her father at times and the others he would not even— it was frustrating to say the least.
She caught up to him only for him to hold her hand as he took her up some stairs.
Now he wanted to hold her hand? What about running away from her?
Adelen lost count after going above the second floor. "What floor do we have to go on?"
"Fifth." He answered.
She huffed.
Finally reaching on the floor while almost pulling on his hand for strength, Adelene let go of his hand and sat down on a random step finally having enough of it.
"Adaline," Xavier whispered harshly, "we are almost on the floor. Could you please take a few more steps?"
