“Run,” he tells the tall and vaguely familiar stranger — Xavier, I assume. “Sierra will be here in a minute or so.” His eyes widen, and without even questioning Lex’s words or asking for any further information, he just grabs my husband’s arm and marches off, dragging a very reluctant and exceedingly annoyed Lex with him. “Sorry about this,” he calls behind him. “I’ll be sure to introduce myself properly next time! Good night, Mrs. Windsor!”
