Physical prowess.
Perfect shape.
Mister—god-forsaken—Benefactor.
All of it echoed in the suddenly quiet hall that only got interrupted by the sound of a musical instrument being hit by accident.
Eeek!
Cassian's left eye twitched.
Around him, the foreign delegates went wide-eyed.
Rhys looked like he was on the verge of collapse.
And not far away, literally just beside Luca, someone else flinched for an entirely different reason.
Haunted by an all too familiar ghost of memories past, Xavier, who had looked borderline murderous just moments ago, now seemed… noticeably better.
With a complexion that suddenly recovered as if basking under the sun, he looked like he had won the lottery as he coughed once.
Then, as if suddenly remembering something important after hearing the sound, Luca gasped once again.
"Oh!"
How could he have possibly forgotten about Xavier?!
