Calling Xavier and Nolan downstairs wasn't difficult.
At least they listened.
At least they cooperated.
But trying to get Enzo to leave his room was an entirely different battle.
"If you don't come downstairs right now, Grandma Peace is going to come up here herself," Zander warned from the doorway. "And trust me, you really don't want that."
Enzo didn't even blink.
He remained seated beside the window, one arm lazily resting against the chair while his cold grey eyes stared outside into the fading evening light.
No response.
No movement.
Nothing.
Zander clicked his tongue in irritation.
"You know what? Screw you, dude."
Still nothing.
"At least we're trying here! Can't you make one damn effort?" Zander snapped. "Jesus, your suffering can't possibly be worse than Xavier's. He lost so much too, yet he's still trying to hold everyone together."
Enzo's expression remained unreadable.
That somehow annoyed Zander even more.
