“Summer, I think I just found your little secret.”
Alexander narrowed his eyes slightly, holding her small hand while his other reached into her sleeve and pulled out a silver needle.
The needle glinted coldly between his fingers—sharp, polished, and clearly not an everyday accessory.
Summer’s large eyes widened for a moment, but she quickly regained her composure and gave him a blank, innocent look, as if she had no idea what he was talking about.
“A needle, huh? Summer, are you planning to take out your fiancé, or is this part of some… other little plan? Talk.”
There was a half-smile on Alexander’s face, but his voice was low and chilling, like ice cracking in a mountain stream—not warm in the slightest.
Still, Summer didn’t panic.
Truth be told, she’d expected thi
