Chapter 4

Alexander raised an eyebrow, clearly surprised by the sheer nerve of my response. His lips curved upward just a fraction. "Fascinating," he murmured.

With that single word, he let the velvet curtain fall, completely severing our eye contact.

"Drive, Wesley," his voice commanded from the shadows.

"Yes," Wesley Smith, his stoic personal guard, replied.

The black carriage rolled forward. The wheels clattered against the stone, kicking up a sudden breeze that caught the loose strands of hair framing my face.

I stood rooted to the spot, watching the carriage disappear around the corner, unable to move for a long time.