After what felt like an eternity, the car rolled to a silent stop.
The driver's voice rumbled low through the partition.
"Mr. Knight, we've arrived."
The arm coiled tight around my waist finally slackened.
Alexander slowly sat up straight, pinching the bridge of his nose. The haze of alcohol in his eyes seemed to clear slightly, or maybe just dig deeper.
He didn't look at me. He just opened the door and stepped out.
I followed.
The evening air hit my face, cooling some of the heat still burning under my skin.
Alexander stood by the car, his silhouette stretching long under the streetlights. His stance wavered just slightly.
He turned and held out his hand to me.
Palm up.
The posture still carried that habitual command of a man used to giving orders. The message was clear:he stil
