POV: Alexander
I sit in the study long after the house goes quiet, and stare at the door that i slammed behind her without looking back. The scotch in my glass has gone warm. I don't touch it. Somewhere upstairs, behind a window I didn't climb to last night for the first time in weeks, she's probably still awake too, and the thought of her waiting by that glass door for a man who never showed sits in my chest like a stone.
Herald let himself in twenty minutes ago and hasn't said a word since, which is somehow worse than if he'd started in on me the moment he crossed the threshold. He just sits across from me, arms crossed, waiting for me to get there on my own.
"Say it," I tell him finally.
"Say what?"
"Whatever you've been sitting on since you walked in." I set the glass down, harde
