Alexander drove aimlessly through the streets, unsure of what he was doing.
Ever since Phoebe had run out, his heart had been in turmoil, as if some invisible force was compelling him to search the streets for something.
He circled around the road several times, his gaze fixed on the window.
Damn it, it was late, and still raining—where could she possibly be?
He should have been indifferent to her fate, but just the thought of her wearing that revealing outfit, the one he had torn, made him feel inexplicably uneasy. He didn't want any man to see her like that.
After searching for what felt like an eternity, he abruptly stopped the car at a corner.
In the rain, he couldn't see clearly, but he caught a glimpse of a couple not far away. He drove closer, took a quick glance, and then
