CHAPTER 24 (SPARKS OF RED)

XAVIER'S POV

We arrived in no time and I jumped off the carriage onto a muddy path, my feet eager to carry me to where I wanted to be.

I took the path, watching out for the puddles of animal urine and feaces as I walked.

I could hear the loud voices of two adolescent boys fighting inside the tiny little cottage that had once belonged to Mr. Penwell but was now left in the hands of his eldest daughter, his ailing wife, and two errant boys.

I knocked on the little door thrice in quick succession and moved backward waiting for an answer

"Who is it?" I heard a lady's voice ask from inside the house and something in my chest caught.

I did not give her any answer.

Soon I heard approaching footsteps and then the little door creaked open.

A smile crept onto my sad face as the beautiful face of my friend and comrade came into view.

"Good morning Abigail," I said with a smile, all of sudden my anger seeping away. Her face was really a cure for a sore heart.

"What the fuck are you doing in my ho