The silence inside Alexander’s suite became suffocating. Clara stared at the message on her phone while her heartbeat pounded violently against her chest.
Ask about Emily,her mother.Not “your mother.” Not “Mrs. Bennett.” Emily. Whoever was behind the messages knew her personally. And judging from the look on Alexander’s face…so did he.
Clara slowly lifted her eyes toward him. The color had slightly drained from his face, though his expression remained controlled as always. But now Clara knew how to notice the small cracks beneath his calmness.
The tension in his jaw,the hesitation in his eyes and the guarded silence. “You know something,” Clara whispered.
Alexander looked away first.And that alone felt like confirmation. “Alexander.”
His name left her lips more sharply this time.Still
