CHAPTER EIGHTY

XANDER

I turned around to see Melissa, coming out into the moonlight, with a large cloak on, shielding her eyes which were definitely on the things with me. 

“It's not my business to pry, but may I ask where you're going at such a time, walking with such suspicious movements?”

“With all due respect; like you said— it's none of your business, Lady Melissa.”

“I see.” She said, then her gaze slipped to my pocket where I'd grabbed another of Hazel's scarf last-minute. It was dangling down, and a little smile twitched her face. 

“Sometimes later, I believe we should have tea. Maybe I'll come to pay my...