Chapter 47 FORTY-SEVEN

—Mabel—

Alec stood on his terrace in a black button-down shirt, sleeves rolled up, collar slightly wrinkled—like he'd been pacing.

Even his hair was disheveled and his eyes shadowed.

My heart pounded as I climbed the short stairs and joined him on the terrace. “Good evening,” I greeted.

“Hi,” he...

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