Chapter 4

The terrace was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the city and the soft rustle of leaves in the park below. Alexander's gaze burned into mine, so intense it felt like he could see right through me.

"Mr. Blackwood," I whispered, my voice barely audible over the pounding of my heart. "Alexander...what are you—"

"Enjoying the view?"

The voice that cut through the silence was like nails on a chalkboard. I stiffened as Ryan stepped onto the terrace, Madison clinging to his arm like a barnacle. Her red lips curled into a sneer as she took in my…