Chapter 23 The Weakest Man
- Ellis’s POV
- The lights in Carrington Hall were always on too late.
- It made the windows glow like eyes—watching everything. I sat in the backseat of my car across the street, fingers clenched tight around a lukewarm coffee I’d barely touched. My tie was loosened, jacket tossed carelessly beside me. I hadn't planned on coming here. And yet here I was. Watching her.