ALEX
I stood at the far edge of the hall, a useless, breathless spectator. Everything felt distant; blurred voices, blurred faces, but not hers. I could see her clearly. Arrde. Alone. Drenched in anger.
She was stood there, trembling under a thousand eyes. Abandoned by me.
Her eyes were moving frantically in search for my whereabouts, it was as if she was calling on me to save her.
A part of me wanted to run to her, to stand beside her... To tell her that everything will be alright, to assure her that nothing happened between I and Percy. But I couldn't.
Then I heard Myron’s voice. That sly, self-satisfied murmur that slid across the room like oil on marble.
"I warned you about Alex. You can never win..."
It was deliberate. Loud enough for her, quiet enough for me. Mockery dripping
