As I descend the staircase—which feels endless—I spot the corpses of Khalid’s two men.
As I step on one of the stairs, it collapses. Before I fall, Alexander grabs my arm and pulls me toward him until my head hits his chest.
I almost died from a memorable fall. I let out a sigh of relief.
I lift my head toward Alexander, who’s holding me. I hear his heart beating abnormally fast. He gives me an annoyed look.
"Can’t you be more careful?! Imagine if I hadn’t had the reflex to catch you!"
Am I dreaming, or is he yelling at me like it was my fault?
"You think I did it on purpose? That I’m responsible for these rotten stairs?"
"It’s like you’re trying to get yourself killed."
"Stop being so dramatic."
He stares at me, then gives me a small smile.
"You have no idea how crazy you make m
