FAYE
I did not waste time once Martha left.
I stood still for a moment after the door closed, listening to the quiet that followed. The pack house was awake now… distant footsteps in the corridors, muted voices from the kitchen wing, the subtle hum of a new day beginning.
I picked up my phone from the bedside table and stared at his name for a brief second before pressing call.
The line rang.
Once.
Twice.
Three times.
There was no answer.
My jaw tightened slightly.
Alexander was not careless about calls from me. If he saw my name, he answered. If he couldn’t, he returned it quickly.
Unless he was occupied.
I let it ring a little longer.
Nothing.
The call ended on its own.
I lowered the phone slowly, staring at the blank screen.
He could be in a meeting.
It wouldn’t be unus
