Chapter Twelve – Under Lock and Key
Alexander didn’t drive back to the penthouse.
We’d barely pulled away from the warehouse before I realized we were heading in the opposite direction—down empty streets, away from the glittering skyline.
“Where are we going?” I asked.
“Somewhere no one can find you.” His voice was low, clipped.
“Find me?” I said, my pulse spiking. “What about you?”
His grip on the wheel tightened. “I can handle myself. Adrian’s not the one I’m worried about.”
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I didn’t argue—not yet. The tension radiating off him filled the car, thick enough to choke on.
Rain tapped against the windows as the city gave way to darker roads lined with trees. The only light came from the headlights cutting through the fog.
Finally, we turned onto a long gravel drive. At the end
