#Chapter 29 Control

Aurora

“I want him found,” Jaxson says, speaking to the group of warriors that hoard in front of the fireplace of his bedroom.

His room is more rustic, like his father’s office, wood floors and wood beams accenting the towering ceilings. He only has a few articles of furniture, including leather chairs that sit by his fireplace, raging with tall flames that I can feel across the room laying in his bed. I love being surrounded by his scent.

“Send every available warrior,” he gusts, attempting to keep his voice down. “Everyone needs to be on high alert. Xander is deemed dangerous and deadly. He must be killed on sight. Understood?”

“Yes, Sire,” the group replies.

I hear them all leave and pull the shirt I wear together in the front, my fingers curled into the fabric. Jaxson approaches slow, trying to handle me with easy hands and slow movements, but it doesn’t help as I tremble