Alexa’s pov
Xander’s grip on my hand very tight as he pulls me along the street, I didn’t try to get away.
He’s been keeping a straight face since we left the phone shop.. like he’s angry at something.
I wonder if he knew Brett from somewhere… Cause I saw hatred in his eyes when he was glaring at Brett.
Could it be they were once friends? Friends turned enemies?
“Er… Xander.. c-can you slow down?”
“No!” His deep doubled voice answers… I think something is wrong with his throat!
“Xander, can we stop and rest for a few minutes? I really can’t keep up with your pace!”
He’s walking too fast, like I’m running after him.. literally!
He stops and turns to me with his eyes shut… He raised my hand and sniffs it.
“We need to wash your hand, you reek of that bastard!”
I frown and perceive
