The room was still, unnaturally so. There was only the hum of the city outside the glass walls, punctuated now and then by the soft clatter of a car or the hum of a street vendor far beneath. Alexander sat back in his chair, trying to calm the racing heartbeat in his chest. There was something alive, something tight, in every nerve of his body, and he couldn't understand why, couldn't sense anything except what was brewing, and he couldn't sense anything except that it was something he couldn't see, couldn't touch, and couldn't escape. Isabella had withdrawn from the room moments before, hastily escaping to change her soaked garments, and he was left alone with his own anxiety's ghost.He closed his eyes, trying to breathe, to think, but the tension in the air denied him the ability to do so. His mind kept circling back around the person he never wanted to see again Cassandra. His mental picture of the scowl on her face, the ice-cold precision of her tongue, and her capability of insi
 Last Updated : 2025-09-22
Last Updated : 2025-09-22