Chapter 29. Might Be a Trap

Alexander’s POV

I tell you, I’m such a fool. I pace around my office, taking a halt at the window as I take in the view of the city sprawled beneath me. 

The world outside seemed calm, distant, but my mind was anything but. That night at the old pier keeps following through my mind. 

I stood on the pier for hours, the salty wind whipping around me, the wooden planks creaking under my weight. Every gut felt like a whisper of mockery, each splash of water a reminder of how foolish I was for coming. 

I couldn’t stop glancing over my shoulder, expecting—no, hoping—to see something move in the shadows. But there was only darkness, deep and suffocating, pressing down on me like a bad omen. 

I take a deep breath. Why would I get such a message if the person had no intent