The shot fired, and Alexander jerked his head to the side at the last possible instant. The bullet grazed him, cutting across his temple as he staggered back. Blood trickled down the side of his face, but adrenaline surged through him, sharpening his senses and dulling the pain.
"You were using me..." he muttered, his gaze fixed on the couple, who now looked nothing like the desperate captives he had seen just moments before.
Meredith c****d the gun again. "Using you? Please, Alexander, you were just a means to an end."
Sir Thomas stepped forward, staring at Alexander as though he were little more than an obstacle. "You really thought we were helpless? That we would sit here, waiting for you to come to our rescue?" He let out a short, mocking chuckle. "Naive, Commander. And I thought yo
