Athena's fingers twitched as the weight of Xavier's words settled over her. They erased you. Burned every trace of you. They made sure you were nothing but a ghost. She had no memories of that time, but the idea that her entire existence had been wiped clean, that she had been deliberately erased, sent a shiver down her spine. Someone had wanted her gone. But why? And more importantly, why had she been spared? If she had truly been meant to die, then someone had ensured her survival. Someone had told her to run.
Xavier watched her with something unreadable in his gaze. He leaned back, arms crossed, giving her the space to process, but his body remained tense, like a predator waiting for the right moment to strike. He had spent years searching for her, hunting her down, only to find that she didn't even remember who she had been. And yet, despite everything, he hadn't killed her. Not yet.
