FAYE
Alexander drove in silence, his hand steady on the wheel, eyes forward like he was counting every thought in his head before speaking.
It wasn’t until we were well outside Blood Crescent territory that he finally pulled the car to the side of the road. My stomach twisted, not out of fear, but anticipation. He didn’t usually stop unless something mattered.
He turned to me slowly, his expression calm, though I could see the hint of something hard in his eyes.
“Faye,” he said. “we need to talk about what happened yesterday.”
I tensed. Of course. My throat tightened, but I forced myself to look at him.
He leaned back slightly, still watching me. “I know you think I’ve been too suspicious, always looking over my shoulder, questioning everyone unnecessarily lately.”
I almost smiled
