He Came for Her

Xander stood in the middle of the living room, his gaze sharp and unforgiving as he stared down the trembling chauffeur.

His patience had already been wearing thin since the moment he realized Aurora had not returned home, but this? This was outright defiance.

"Let me get this straight," Xander's voice was dangerously low. "She told you to go back home, that she'd find her own way, and you listened?"

The chauffeur swallowed hard, beads of sweat forming on his forehead. "S-Sir, I—"

"You didn't think to inform me?" Xander cut him off, his jaw clenching.

The chauffeur dropped his gaze, his hands shaking at his sides. "Forgive me, Sir. I—"

"Save it," Xander snapped, turning away abruptly, his fists tightening at his sides.

Liam, who had been standing quietly to the side, finally spoke. "Leave," he ordered the chauffeur.

The man bowed deeply before scurrying out of the living room.