Alexander stepped into the grand main hall, and his gaze swept across the familiar space. Dark mahogany walls stretched high, and the air was filled with the unmistakable scent of expensive wood polish and old leather.
But his attention snapped back to the figure standing before him, illuminated by the dim chandelier overhead.
His brow furrowed. It was someone he didn’t recognize at all.
The man was tall and impeccably dressed. His silver hair was combed back meticulously, and his dark eyes glinted sharply. He stood with his hands folded in front of him, as if he had been waiting for this exact moment.
Alexander halted a few paces away, sizing up the stranger. His jaw tightened.
The man’s lips curled into a thin, knowing smile. “Ah, Alexander Mercer,” he said in a smooth voice, like t
