Chapter 23 Where's Alyssa?

lessandro de Rossi POV

I do not sleep that night.

Since Alyssa is not in our bed, I assume she is sleeping with Anne. I would check the room, but that seems to be an invasion of privacy.

Instead, I roam the house, a bottle of whisky in my hands.

Eventually, recognizing that sleep is unlikely for me, I settle on the library. I will at least be able to go over my emails and accounts, even if sleep cannot come to me.

However, when I walk in the room, I realize something terrible.

Amara is in my library.

“Do you not have your own room?”

She snorts. “You gave me my own wing of the house, Alessandro.”

“Yes, my point exactly.”

She eyes the bottle in my hands. “Can’t sleep?”

“No. Would you like some?”

Amara nods.

I pour her an actual glass, and settle into the chair across from her. “Why can you not sleep?”

“Torture sometimes keeps me up,” she says with a long sip.

“Ah. Anything new?”

She shakes her head. “He’s hiding something, but it doesn’t have to do with us.”

“I see.”

There’s a silen