Chapter 93

Alexander’s Pov

On getting to my room, I scanned around but found no trace of her. Her small bag on a corner of the ground was no longer there.

Although the room was still filled with One's things, it still looked empty. It felt that way too.

In as much as I didn't want to confirm my thoughts, it was staring right back at me as clear as day; Eleven had escaped.

"F*ck!" I cursed as I launched myself towards the wardrobe, flinging it wide open and as expected, my thoughts were confirmed.

Her clothes, shoes, and bag that was right there at the wardrobe last night was gone.

"F*ck! F*ck! F*ck!!" I screamed out my frustration as my anger reached the max. Just then, I came to the conclusion on the one person who could have helped Eleven escape; One.

It just had to be her. I'd given her the card key to the room earlier plus she'd taken a long while for someone who needed to just change her shoes.

A slow smile splayed across my lips as I realized just how perfectly planned One had played m