Chapter 32
- Elena sat on the edge of the bed, her heart pounding against her ribs as she listened to the sound of Alexander’s footsteps fading down the hall. The room felt suffocating, the walls pressing in on her with every second that passed.
- He knew.
- Somehow, Alexander had sensed that she was planning to run. But how? Had Vincent said something? Or was it just Alexander’s ability to read her like an open book?