Chapter 10
Alexander's POV
By the time we got to the Blackwood Estate, my jaw was tight enough to ache.
Ruger neatly parked by the front steps, and I stepped out without a single word, only muttering a faint, "Good night, Ruger."
He nodded, still choosing wisely not to speak.
I stormed up the front steps and pushed the door open. The house was still lit, silent except for the steady hum of the grandfather clock.
And there–on the couch–was Mother.
She was fast asleep, her eye glasses perched halfway down her nose, and a book warmly placed in hands. She even snored softly, her hair slightly tousled.
My irritation at her previous set up melted away, and I sighed, grabbing the throw blanket draped over the armchair and gently covering her.
I turned to leave, but just as I reach
