Lana's steps were heavy as she got out of her car and made her way up the pathway to the mansion.
Her chest still ached from the conversation she'd had with Drew, though 'conversation' hardly seemed like the right word for what had transpired. She feared calling it an argument at the same time, judging from the way words were thrown at her like stones she couldn't catch fast enough, her defenses crumbling until she was left with silence and guilt.
The door was unlocked, Lana giving it a little push as she stepped into the living room. She was immediately welcomed by the usual bright lights all turned on and unusual sight of Alexander seated on the couch.
She stopped to blinked at the soft glow, pausing briefly in the doorway. Alexander was there, stretched lazily on the couch, one arm resting on the back of it, a book in his hand that he clearly hadn't been paying much attention to as his eyes lifted the second she stepped in.
