Alexander’s POV
“You have exactly ten seconds to explain why I shouldn’t hunt you down for breaking into my home before I hang up and start driving toward your loft.”
I didn’t bother with greetings. I sat in the idling SUV, my eyes locked on the glass doors of the university where Lilian had disappeared three minutes ago. My hand gripped the phone tight enough to crack the screen, and Titus was pacing in my mind, a restless, snarling shadow.
“Always so dramatic, Wolf,” Elijah’s voice purred through the speaker. He sounded bored, likely lounging on silk sheets while the world burned. “And good morning to you too. I assume the little bird made it to her exam? You didn’t lock her in a dungeon?”
“Start talking, Elijah,” I growled and didn’t even ask him how he knew about Lilian’s exam. It
