After a long, tedious, and uncomfortably silent flight, the jet finally lands home. Marcel doesn’t hesitate to grab the bags and exit the jet to put them in the car while I try to wake Alec up. Alec didn’t bombard me with his usual never-ending list of questions during the flight, which was a good thing, as it gave me time to think and mentally prepare. After I told him everything about The Tournament he became extremely quiet and eventually fell asleep, which gave Marcel and me plenty of time to discuss what to do moving forward.
“Alec?” I softly call, giving him a slight shake to jostle him awake. He awakes with a start, instinctively wrapping his hand around my throat in a vice-like grip, his eyes looking frantic as they search for a threat. Not the reaction I was expecting, but pretty
