#Chapter 287 Speaking to Xander

Lila’s POV “You knew I was going to come see you?” I asked, eyeing him carefully. I tried not to be repulsed by his appearance, but it couldn’t be helped. He looked awful and it turned my stomach. “I had hope,” he said in a barely audible tone. I could tell that speaking hurt him; his lungs must have been punctured. My father and Enzo seriously did a number on him. I didn’t understand why he couldn’t just talk to them and end his misery. All they wanted to know was who sent him and where he came from. “Why did you hope I’d see you?” I found myself asking, completely forgetting about the questions I wanted to ask him. I needed to get to the point; I only had 5 minutes with him. “You’re a smart girl—” he began to say but was stopped as a gross hacking cough escaped his lips and blood splattered to the ground. “Did you call for me in my sleep?” I asked him, ignoring the pounding of my heart. “Is that why I had that dream?” He narrowed his eyes at me and assessed my face for a mome