Chapter Sixteen: Confrontation
The breakfast rush at Miller's Diner was in full swing when Alexander Steele walked through the door.
Elena saw him immediately. Her hands froze mid-pour, coffee splattering across the counter as her entire world tilted sideways.
No. No, this wasn't possible. He couldn't be here. She'd been so careful.
Their eyes met across the diner. His face was unreadable, but his jaw was tight, his hands clenched at his sides. He looked like he hadn't slept in days.
Elena's first instinct was to run. But her feet were rooted to the floor, her heart hammering so hard she thought it might burst from her chest.
"Sarah?" Rita's voice cut through the fog. "You okay? You look like you've seen a ghost."
More like a demon.
Alexander started walking toward her, weaving between tables. Every step is deliberate. Predatory.
Elena's survival instinct finally kicked in. She dropped the coffee pot, it shattered on the floor and bolted for the back exit.
