CHAPTER EIGHTY-FIVE

MELISSA

It wasn't the way Xander stiffened that made me stop. Rather, it was the sudden dark aura that I felt— Dark, overbearing, strong, and imperial.

Just as Xander turned, I also turned to see Darius watching us. My stomach twisted in knots. Xander bowed, and my fingers found each other, fidgeting, as I tried to bring back the look of hopelessness onto my face.

How much did he hear? His face seemed just as stiff as usual. Did he hear anything at all?

“What have you been doing?” He asked, walking towards us with a cold gaze. My lips trembled a bit. He couldn't see that. I...