"Xavi knows"
It's the first message I get from the music box cipher Draven bought for me when I asked for one. I stare at the words blankly, the weight of them sinking into me like a stone dropped into water. I don't even know what I'm supposed to feel. Relief? Dread?
Probably dread.
Decoding the message took longer than it should have—being in the undercity means I don't have access to the usual books or tools. I managed it, though, and now the paper burns in the little metal dish by my bed, the flames licking it up like it's just another curse from Christina.
It's not like Xavier knowing things will change much. He's probably already tearing apart Xaden's office, striking his food off the table and crying like a melodramatic prince with too much time on his hands. Christina's probably patted him on the back or hugged him like a doting mother.
