Chapter 45 Planning An Escape

• The night hung heavy with unsaid words as Celia stood by the large window in Alexander’s private study. The glow of the moon lit the room in silvery hues, casting long shadows against the bookshelves that lined the walls. Outside, the world seemed calm—stars shimmering against the velvety black sky—but inside, a storm brewed between them.
• Alexander paced the room, his normally composed demeanor cracking under the weight of his thoughts. Celia could feel his turmoil as if it were her own.
• “I can’t stand the idea of you being in danger,” Alexander finally said, breaking the silence. His voice was rough, low, laced with frustration. “Lucas is relentless. And now your parents… they’re watching us like hawks. If they find out—”