Are People Born Wicked?

Xairo felt his hackles rise at Iskandor's jab, a low growl rumbling in his throat. How dare this pompous jerk lecture him? Xairo stopped his circling and stepped closer, deliberately invading the other boy's space. "You think you're so smart, huh? So worldly and important?" He curled his lip, baring sharp white fangs. "I bet you've never even been in a real fight. Probably have servants to do everything for you."

Xairo's blood was heating up, adrenaline beginning to sing through his veins. Part of him hoped the other kid would rise to the bait. It had been too long since he'd had a good brawl. His muscles tensed in anticipation.

"Xairo Saxe"