Zavier got home a few moments after the sun had set, he just parked in the driveway, the servants knew to park it properly.
He hurried inside, beelining for their bedroom, it was the most likely place that Shaira would be.
He was surprised to not see her when he got there, his brain working double time to figure out where else she would be? The lounge? The living room?
He changed into something more comfortable which consisted of sweatpants and a loose shirt, immediately starting off to look for her.
“Where’s Shaira?” He questioned the first servant he bumped into.
The poor servant was startled, not expecting him to talk to her. “Erm… I-I think she’s in the kitchens.” She replied timidly, keeping her head down.
“Thanks.” Zavier murmured to her, already heading in the direction of the
