by Tammy Turner
But Alexandra had not checked the balcony. She had not noticed that the doors were not completely shut, that the faintest crack had allowed a stranger to hear her and Taylor. On the dark balcony, a crouching figure listened keenly, his ear to the glass panes of the French doors. When they went to bed, the silence within the apartment relieved his anxiousness. He stood and rested his arms upon the balcony railing overlooking the city park across the street.
It was Frost. He gazed into the sky and smiled wide at the shooting star streaking across the sky. He was so excited with anticipation that a primal howl was swelling in his throat.
A whisper of a wish formed on his tongue, but the thought remained carefully imprisoned in his skull. He knew that Jonathan had sent Kraven to protect Alexandra, and that Kraven was smitten with her. The Order would be happy to hear this news, he realized. But he was in no hurry to tell them. He laughed to himself, These poor souls will meet their fate soon enough. In the meantime, their secrets will be my fortune.
