Chapter Eighteen
Xenaryas Point Of View
The air was thick with tension as I slid into Alexandros's McLaren . A delicate paradox, really . A man named McLaren driving a car of the same name . I buckled in, my fingers trembling slightly . A remnant of the almost-kiss that had left us both unsettled just hours before in his luxuriously furnished apartment.
Alexandros shifted into gear and we glided smoothly onto the streets . "I thought it might be helpful for you to visit your apartment . Maybe something there will trigger your memories," he said, breaking the silence . His voice was warm, yet tinged with a certain formality, as if he was tiptoeing around the unsaid between us.
We pulled up in front of a sleek, modern building, its façade reflecting the twilight sky . It looked vaguely
