Chapter Sixteen: Playground
Rachel POV
The next morning, the sun struggled to break through the thick Seattle clouds, casting a gloomy grey light over my kitchen. I hadn't slept a wink. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Alexander’s face in the rain, twisted with that dark, haunting look of a man who was losing his mind. Charlie had stayed on the sofa all night, just in case Alexander came back, but the street had remained silent.
When I walked into the Polytechnic, my heart was in my throat. I expected a team of lawyers. I expected a scene. But when I passed Alexander in the main hallway, he didn't even look at me. He was standing with the Dean, looking at some blue prints for the new tech wing, his face a mask of perfect, professional stone. It was like the night before—the stalking
