Chapter 47: Pack Accusations
(Grace's POV)
"You seemed unusually... interested in your meditation instructor today," he began, his voice calm but carrying an edge that sent goosebumps rushing across my skin.
He leaned against the armrest of the stone-carved loveseat like he wasn’t holding me hostage with his words alone. "Why?"
My hands stiffened around the plain cloth bag I carried, gripping it tighter as I tried to control my expression. He wasn’t talking about the meditation itself—that much was obvious.
The air crackled with accusation, almost daring me to deny what he wanted to believe.
I swallowed hard. "The instructor? He mentioned your name during the session."
Alexander’s brows furrowed slightly, his head tipping to the side. "Did he now?" His tone was low, almost ta
