ALEXANDER POV
The loud ringing of the telephone in my room wakes me up at 6am in the morning, I feel like I didn’t get any sleep at all, my eyes are blood shot and they feel heavy. I yawn sleepily and stretch myself before rolling over to the other side of the bed to reach for the telephone receiver, “hello,” I sleepily mumble. “She...she is gone,” I hear Tyra’s mournful voice. It feels like my heart stopped beating for a few seconds, I leap out of bed and hurriedly grab my dressing robe and I slip into it and I rush out the door, forgetting to put down the receiver or to even respond to Tyra. “Hello...Alex...are you there...did you hear what I said?” she asks and when she gets no answer she hangs up.
I almost bump into Jaxon along the corridor, the woeful and grief stricken look on his
