The Prince of Warwood and the Fall of the King (Book 2) by Clinton J. Noel

Author:Clinton, J. Noel [Clinton, J. Noel]
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: C Squared Publishing
Published: 2012-11-19T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter 14

The Date

Xavier didn’t go home immediately; instead he wandered into the coliseum and sat, trying to figure out how he could have handled his fight with Maggie differently. His cheek still stung where she had slapped him, and he rubbed it absent-mindedly. Okay, so he shouldn’t have listened in on her during the dance. He had tried to apologize to her, but she just wouldn’t listen. Still no closer to a solution, Xavier stood and headed home. Surely his dad would give him some good advice on how to patch things up with Maggie.

When he entered the residence, all thoughts of having a father-son heart-to-heart talk vanished. Catherine Stokes sat in the receiving room with a glass of wine in hand, laughing at a typically boisterous and entertaining Loren.

“Great! This day just gets better and better!” he grumbled sarcastically, slamming the door shut behind him.

“Hey, Xavier!” Loren bellowed with an enormous smile. “How did your day go?”

“Fine,” Xavier mumbled. “Where’s Father?”

“Hello, Xavier,” Catherine greeted sweetly from the sofa.

Xavier ignored her. “Loren, where’s my father?” he repeated testily.

“Upstairs. Xavier, don’t you think you’re being a bit rude? Madam Stokes…”

He didn’t wait for Loren to finish as he barreled up the stairs and into his father’s room. Jeremiah looked up, startled at his loud, sudden entrance.

“Hello, son. You’re a bit late getting home today,” Jeremiah stated conversationally as he pulled a tailored dress shirt over his massive shoulders and began buttoning it.

“What’s Catherine doing here?” Xavier snapped quietly.

Jeremiah turned to face him, tucking the tails of the shirt into his pants. His brow arched as he peered down at him. “Don’t you mean Madam Stokes?” he corrected, fastening his pants and buckling his belt.

“Whatever,” Xavier hissed. “Why is she here, Dad?”

“We have a date,” Jeremiah answered unevenly, turning and grabbing his jacket before facing Xavier again. “And, this is not going to happen, Xavier. You seem to be in the mood to have one of your little rows with me, but it’s not going to happen right now. We’ll discuss this when I get home.”

Jeremiah left the room, leaving Xavier with his disheveled feelings. This only made him more disgruntled and determined. Muttering a string of curses under his breath, Xavier ran after him and blocked his descent down the steps.

“Father! She’s not honest! She’s up to something. Even Maggie sees that! Why can’t you?” he growled.

“Xavier, I will not do this right now!” Jeremiah repeated firmly, anger flashing across his face as he stepped around him, but Xavier refused to relent.

“I’m telling you! She’s evil! Why can’t you see it?” he yelled, jumping into his path again.

“Xavier!” Jeremiah barked.

“She’s a witch! In my dream, she smiles when they beat you! I’m telling you…”

“THAT’S ENOUGH!” Jeremiah boomed with such intensity, it hurt Xavier’s ears.

Xavier felt tears burning in his eyes, and he bolted to his room, slamming the door behind him and screaming with frustration.

Jeremiah sighed weightily and looked down at Catherine, who stood at the foot of the steps.

“Catherine,” he muttered.

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