(KRYSTAL'S POV)
After one too many coincidences. After connecting the dots. After everything Chelsea told me.
A part of me was still in denial, clinging to the version of reality that feels safer. The version where the man who picked me up from the ruins of my life, the man who raised me, trained me, protected me, is still the good guy. The version where Xavier is still the closest thing I've ever had to a father since I lost mine.
But reality is right in front of me now.
And it's ugly.
There he is.
Xavier Harrington, Director of the FBI, standing in the middle of a room filled with monsters.
And the worst part is that he blends right in.
People walk up to him like they've known him for years. A man in an expensive navy suit shakes his hand and pulls him into a half-hug. A woman in diamonds leans in, kisses his cheek and laughs at something he says. Another man pats him on the back like they're old friends.
This is undeniable proof about everything Chelsea said.
