XANDER
I had just stepped out of the shower, the cool droplets still clinging to my skin as I toweled off. After slipping into my clothes, I ran a hand through my damp hair, ready to head out for the day.
Just as I reached for my keys, my phone buzzed from the bed. With a sigh, I strolled over and picked it up. The name flashing on the screen made my jaw tighten. A sharp hiss escaped my lips.
For a moment, I considered ignoring it, letting it ring until it went to voicemail. But then again, that would only mean dealing with more calls later. With a resigned sigh, I swiped to answer, pressed the phone to my ear, and stepped outside, making my way toward the parking lot.
“Hello, Mum,” I greeted flatly.
“Alexander,” she crooned, her voice smooth and deceptively gentle. But I knew better
