Xander

I pushed Clara to the side and strode toward the door.

“Xander! What are you doing? Come back here,” Clara whined.

“Shh…didn’t you hear the noise? Someone was spying on us,” I barked at her.

I flung the door open, scanning the empty hallway. Whoever had been there was gone now, but the scent lingered. The scent of vanilla and honeysuckle with a tinge of salt from tears.

Rebecca.

“Dammit,” I growled, running a hand through my ...