Lyla
A while later, I was done dressing up.
I went down the stairs checking my phone to see if there were messages for me but there were none – not even from Nanny. I opened my chat with Nathan, my last message was still unread and it's been 8 months now. Was he angry with me? Did I do something?
Just as I reached the bottom step, my ears picked up the sound of raised voices coming from behind the room next to the staircase making me freeze.
I wanted to walk past or just go to my room when I heard Xander's voice. It was filled with rage – the kind that you didn't need to see it to confirm because you could feel it. That was strange, in our three months of dating, he had never lost his temper, what could be wrong?
Curious, I crept towards the source of the noise, pressing myself against the door. I didn't need to strain my ears too much because Xander was actually yelling.
