XADEN'S POV
Xaden walked into his room and immediately began searching for clothes.
His room was still a complete mess.
Broken chairs were scattered across the floor. His bed was destroyed. Clothes were everywhere.
He ignored all of it.
He opened his wardrobe and pulled out the first black trousers he could find..
He was going to find his son.
That was all that mattered.
He grabbed a shirt and was about to put it on when the door opened.
"Xaden?"
He turned around.
Fiona stood at the entrance.
She stared at him for a few seconds.
Then her eyes widened.
"Where are you going?"
Xaden continued putting on his shirt.
"I have business out of town." Xaden informed.
"What business?" She asked as she stepped well into the room.
"To make things right," he answered.
Fiona frowned.
"With who?"
He sighed and shook his head. "You ask too much questions Fiona."
"And you don't give me any answers." She pointed out as she played with the bottom of her single braid.
