Alexander's POV:

“Fuck!” I muttered under my breath, pacing around my room, the hardwood floor cold beneath my bare feet as the morning light slanted through the tall windows but I barely noticed because my mind was fixed on Namara who was till trapped in that suffocating Packhouse, surrounded by people who had already proven they would kill to protect their secrets.

Every hour she spent under that roof was unsafe and the speed at which everything was unraveling made my chest ...