Chapter 137 Half-dead

• The morning light sliced through the blinds, casting long shadows across the polished floors as Xavier stepped into the sterile silence of his living room. Cathleen perched like an ice queen on her minimalist throne and didn't even glance up. Her fingers curled sensuously around the porcelain mug, the steam from her coffee mingling with the frost in her gaze.
• "Welcome home, Mr. Knight," she drawled, her voice a silken threat.
• "Cat, I—" His words were clumsy, tripping over the tension and thickening the air.