Alexander POV
The office door slammed shut behind me.
The sound echoed sharply across the room.
My hand hit the table before I could stop myself.
Hard.
The impact sent a dull ache through my palm, but I barely felt it.
“What was that?” I muttered under my breath.
My chest rose and fell unevenly.
Was that a prank?
Or was she serious?
My jaw tightened.
“What is going on…”
I ran a hand through my hair, pacing.
Images from the conference replayed in my mind—too fast, too loud.
Celyne.
Standing.
Shaking.
That look in her eyes—
Unsteady.
Fragile.
Then—
She fell.
My steps slowed.
“I was going to reach for her…” I said quietly.
But I didn’t.
Because Elara held me back.
Her grip tightening on my arm.
The sharp pinch.
The silent warning.
And before I could move—
Someone
