CHAPTER SEVENTY-FIVE 

XANDER

The rain beat down hard on my head and back, as I jumped onto the nearest balcony, washing off my bloody face, and stinging my wounds. 

I landed on the nearest balcony, and swung off it, landing on another balcony. The cold got to my bones, as the heavy rain soaked my clothes. I could barely see as I swung from balcony to balcony, before landing on the ground. 

I sprinted across the wet ground, stepping in pools of water, splashing without a care. Hazel was weaker than anyone else in the mansion, both mentally, and physically. Even the lowliest maids in the mansion were used to...