Xavier's posture stiffened instantly. His grip on the phone tightened, and his heart pounded against his ribs. "Where?" he asked, his voice sharp and commanding.
Maxwell hesitated for a second before responding, "Near the docks. It was a quick flash, but we got a clear image of him entering one of the abandoned warehouses."
Xavier clenched his jaw. Of course, Xander wouldn't stay hidden forever. If he had shown his face, that meant he was up to something. Something dangerous.
Anastasia, sensing the shift in Xavier's energy, stepped closer, her fingers grazing his free hand. "What's wrong?" she whispered.
Xavier locked eyes with her, debating whether to tell her immediately. He knew she would insist on going with him, and after everything she had endured, he wasn't ready to risk her safety.
Maxwell's voice cut through the silence. "Do you want me to go check it out?"
"No," Xavier responded quickly. "I'll handle it myself."
