Naomi's POV
Alexander entered through the ruined entrance as though he belonged in the chaos.
Gun in hand, Suit spotless, Smile devilish.
Rachel clutched her side where blood seeped through her fingers. But her gaze burned with greater intensity than before.
"You." She spat.
"Me," he said with smooth nonchalance, striding past her as if she was nothing.
I instinctively put Miranda behind me.
"Drop the act," I growled. "You are not here to help."
Alexander stopped in front of me, his head tilting to one side in amusement.
"That hurts," he replied. "Not after all we have gone through together."
I stepped backward. "You knew, didn't you?"
His gaze locked with mine, all trace of the smirk gone. "I knew from the moment I saw you."
Rachel groaned from the floor. "He's lying."
"Come
