Elena leaned against the stone railing of the balcony, her eyes trained on the city skyline, yet her thoughts were far from the lights and sounds of the night below. The events of the evening weighed heavily on her mind, but one question gnawed at her with increasing urgency.
Why had he helped her?
She had seen men like him before—wealthy, powerful, and utterly self-assured. People like him didn't step in unless they had something to gain. And yet, he had done just that. It made no sense.
Elena turned to where Alexander stood, leaning casually against the doorway, watching her with an intensity that made her stomach twist. His relaxed posture contrasted with the sharp glint in his eyes. That look made her suspect he was always thinking several steps ahead, but about what, she wasn't sure.