He couldn’t care less about his clothes. He’d not been able to save face in public. It was this fact that grated on him. Charlotte wouldn’t stand for any nonsense, such was her temperament. It was one of the few things that attracted him to her all those years ago.
Now, he’d been on the receiving end of her wrath, and he knew the worst was to come.
He dumped the tissue into the bin and lifted the lever on the tap. As he held his hands under the running water and bent over the basin, a dozen thoughts flooded his mind.
The first of them was probably the most worrying. He had threatened her with murder. He didn’t mean a single word of what he said. Xander wasn’t a violent person, despite harboring a lot of anger at the world.
A splash of water across the face dampened the thought of havin
