For a second, Mirena's mind went bland. She stared at him as if she hadn’t heard correctly.
“What did you just say?” she asked, voice low with a tinge of disbelief.
Alexander didn’t look back at her. His expression was already shuttered, the earlier turbulence wiped clean as though it had never existed.
“I said you should leave.” He jerked his chin toward the far end of the lot, in the vague direction where her car was parked. “Go home, Mirena.”
The words landed heavier than she expected and in that moment, she realized two things.
One; she'd truly crossed a line and two; never had Alexander spoken to her this way.
However, her confusion quickly morphed into anger.
None of this was her fault. After all, she wasn't the one who made a mountain out of a molehill.
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