THIRD POV
Faye walked straight ahead, barefoot against the cool floor, her steps quiet but deliberate as she crossed into the private sitting room.
The space was dim, shadows stretching across the furniture, untouched by movement or sound.
Except hers.
Alexander followed closely now, his gaze fixed on her, every instinct sharpening as the unease settled deeper.
“Faye, stop.”
She just kept going.
Toward the second door.
The one that led out.
Her hand lifted again... Reaching.
That was enough.
Alexander closed the distance quickly, stepping in front of her just as her fingers brushed the handle.
He caught her wrist.
“Faye.”
This time, her name wasn’t a call.
It was a command.
She resisted.
Like something in her was still trying to complete the action she had started.
Alexan
