Luckily, Alexander was not in the room. Switching on the light, I rushed to the nightstand and began to rummage through drawers. When I didn't find it there, I went for the glass shelf in the corner of the room, frantically searching through the books with my shaking hands.
Still, it was nowhere to be found. I bit my lip in anxiety as I stood, tapping my foot on the floor. Where could he have kept it? Think, Anna, think. You have no time to waste. Then an idea suddenly popped in my head. Yes, his private room. I hurried to the door and just as I gripped the doorknob, his voice came from outside the room, making me freeze.
"What are you looking for?" he asked, bluntly.
I released the doorknob, my pulse racing in my ears as I turned to face him.
"Did you lose your voice?"
"I…I was…was just…"
"You just what?" he interrupted, annoyance clear in his tone.
I took a deep breath to calm my nerves down. "I was just checking around," I said without stammering.
