~Alistair's POV~
I turned to Alex, my voice like a whip. "You. Follow me."
Alex didn't hesitate. He scrambled to his feet, keeping his head down and his eyes on my back as he followed me out of the room, leaving his mother and Sarah sitting in the wreckage of their own lies, speechless and humiliated.
I didn't glance back to see their reactions, the stunned silence behind us was more satisfying than any shout could have been. I strode down the hallway toward our bedroom, each step deliberate and measured.
When we reached the bedroom, I stepped inside and held the door just long enough for him to follow, then closed it behind us with a firm, decisive thud.
I walked over to the window, staring out at the darkening estate, my arms crossed tightly over my chest. The adrenaline from the confrontation was beginning to fade, leaving behind a jagged, icy exhaustion.
