#Chapter 161: Assassination

A quiet sound from my phone started to drag me up and out of a deep sleep. I had been napping the afternoon away, while Alexander was working. And the evening, too, apparently. It was already dark out, I saw through the window as I peeled my tired eyes open. I was surprised that he had let me sleep so late. My phone chimed again. I was more awake now and registered the specific tone as a text notification. After the third and fourth pings, my mind went into overdrive, suddenly fully worried about who was blowing up my phone and why. I scrambled for the phone but accidentally knocked it to the floor in my state of sleepy panic, and had to get up and out of bed to find it. Something was strange about the lighting in the bedroom, the state of things. All was quiet, but the door to Alexander’s office was wide open, and inside it all the lights were on. A rectangle of yellow light stretched out of that open doorway and across our bedroom floor. But none of the bedroom ligh