[4] The Prince's Concubine

It had been an hour. There was still no sign of Bentley or Atticus.

Xander paced around the Cupboard, occasionally stopping to poke at an ancient artifact or read the cover of some withering, old book —although often he couldn't actually understood what the writing said. Every time he tried to stay still, he would start feeling even more restless. He wasn't in the mood to go out and kill something, so the only way to alleviate the nervousness was to just keep moving.

After a little while, the Hellbourne family trait finally kicked in and Xander felt the inexplicable urge to cause a little mischief. However, he couldn't mess with Frances under their own roof —especially not while they were making tea for everyone. So he could only turn his attention to the innocent-looking human on the couch.

He glanced over and noticed she was already staring at him. Once their eyes met, she quickly looked away, but eventually returned the gaze again.