CHAPTER 40

Chaney

I tore the shirt off and tossed it on the floor on my way to the bathroom. I was told to keep my head low and to not make waves. That hadn’t lasted twenty-four hours and I was pissed off. The small cut burned and I grabbed some tissue and wet it with cool water from the sink.

The shock more than the cut itself made me cry out when the bitch cut me. It was little more than a scratch. Dumb, dumb, dumb. The safest place in the world for me and I was stabbed. Yes, slight exaggeration, but it was only day one.

A knock sounded on my door.

Did he follow me? The last thing I needed was anyone taking interest in me and now I had a group of bullies and a guy too hot for his own damn good giving me grief. I grabbed a t-shirt and pulled it over my head, not bothering to put a bandage on the cut.

“Miss Smith?”

I recognized the voice and felt relief. Anger quickly overshadowed it and I threw open the door.

Mr. Xavier, in his meticulous dark suit and cold eyes, stepped inside. I verbally atta