Xander had no idea how long he had been standing beneath the shower, letting the stream of cold water run down his body.
But no matter how long he stayed there, the moment he closed his eyes, Ivy's face would appear in his mind again.
And every single time it happened, his body reacted in ways that left him feeling strangely helpless.
Frustrated, Xander dragged a hand through his wet hair before finally stepping out of the bathroom.
After a long shower, he had managed to calm himself enough to at least get some sleep.
Or so he thought.
A towel hung loosely around his waist as droplets of water continued trailing down his chest while he headed toward the walk-in wardrobe.
But before he could take another step, a faint sound outside his room made him pause.
Xander frowned slightly.
At this hour, everyone in the mansion should've already been asleep.
