Chapter 15: His Second Chance
(Alexander's POV)
The rain was relentless, hammering against the roof of my Bentley with a steady, deafening rhythm. Lightning cut across the sky, illuminating the gloomy landscape of the Moonlight Tavern and its surrounding borders. My eyes narrowed, zeroing in on the lone figure in the distance. Charlotte.
She stood braced against the downpour, her hair plastered to her face, movements sluggish. Her drenched clothes clung to her, and even from inside the car, the sharp chill of the storm seemed to sink into my skin.
She stumbled toward the nearest territory marker post, but it offered little shelter from the rain crashing down around her.
My grip tightened on the steering wheel. Logan growled impatiently, his frustration a boiling storm within me.
