Chapter 95 The Response?
- The apartment was... quieter than expected.
- Not lonely, exactly. Alistair wasn’t the kind of man who tangled his sheets around the absence of another person. He’d always slept alone. Preferred it, even. No unexpected elbows to the ribs, no awkward blanket wars. Just him, his bed, and the low, predictable hum of his building settling into its bones.
- But this—this was different.