_Author’s POV_
Pierre left the Ashthorne mansion with a blood-stained shirt wrapped in a bag from the kitchen and a mental list that was longer than the one he had arrived with.
He dealt with the shirt first, disposing of it properly and without a record, and then he drove back to his own residence and sat at his desk and started pulling what he could find on the man Rowena had brought to the hospital.
Also, he couldn’t stop trying to figure out what she must have said to Alaric. No matter how hard he tried to deny it. Alaric was a big threat to him. He knew the man had a thing for Rowena and if he decided to openly go for her, then he stood no chance against him. No one did, actually. It bothered him.
The hospital had processed the admission under the details Rowena had prov
