Victor’s POV

I glanced over to find Alexis marching down the corridor, her expression contorted in anger. She hurried to James, putting a hand on his shoulder as if to support him.

“What’s the matter with you?” She questioned, staring at me fiercely. "How could you possibly touch him?"

I stepped back, attempting to understand her response. "Since when have you been James's guardian?" "Or is there anything I'm overlooking?"

Alexis sneered, crossing her arms. “What does it matter ...