CHAPTER 189

ALEXANDER

My knuckles were tight on the steering wheel as I fish-tailed the black BMW in the traffic, careful to keep my eyes on the road this time and struggling to see past the wash of fluorescent that the other drivers blinded me with.

“Calm down Alexander, It...It might be nothing, You can't get in the manor without a key card,” Darlene’s wispy voice coaxed from the passenger side so that I turned to stare her in the eye, cringing when she recoiled into herself, back to her shell.

Goddammit, why did I have to be such a fucking asshole and lose everyone around me? I still couldn't get the bloody image of Priest’s body out of my head and my brain scrambled when I tried to remember if he had a wife.

I didn't think he did, but with the way the ringmen were, it was obvious that I was the only one with my life out in the open, my cards displayed, face up.

I knew nothing about the other men’s personal lives, but somehow, they seemed to know everything about mine. I watched Darlene open a