C77 His cold attitude
Abigail’s hands flew to her mouth as soon as Xander walked out. She leaned on the wall and slid against it slowly. Tears threatened to fall. Her hands were shaking. Xander’s bottomless cold eyes, staring at her were still vivid in her mind. The reason for his hatred towards Aidan was unknown to her. She had never seen that kind of hatred and anger in his eyes
