April's pov
When I opened my eyes, the world outside was still cloaked in darkness. The digital clock on the nightstand read 3:04 a.m., its faint blue glow, the only light in the room besides the moonlight spilling through the rain-splattered window. The soft hum of the storm had dulled into a quiet drizzle, as if the night itself was holding its breath.
And then I saw him.
Alexander.
Lying beside me, so close, I could feel the warmth of his breath against my cheek. His face was turned slightly toward me, and for a long moment, I simply watched him. His usually slicked-back hair had fallen forward onto his forehead, softening the sharp edges of his face. It gave him a boyish look young, almost innocent, something I rarely, if ever, saw in him. In sleep, he looked peaceful. Human. Brea
