Jennifer still remembered where Alexander Tyler’s room was, nearly getting dragged into it last time. She quickly made her way to the second floor, stopping right outside his door.
Without hesitating, she pushed open the door, her mind laser-focused on her goal—either check Alexander's pillow for stray hairs or see if any had fallen in the bathroom.
But the moment she stepped inside, she froze.
The room was dim, despite it being the middle of the day. The curtains were drawn tight, with only a few stray beams of light creeping in, casting long shadows.
And there, standing by the liquor cabinet like a predator lying in wait, was Alexander. He watched her intently, like a wolf stalking its prey.
Oh my God, he’s home! Jennifer’s heart raced. He hadn’t gone out!
Quickly regaining her com
