Alexander:
She stared at me like I’d just stripped her world out of her hands.
The anger was still fresh in her eyes.
The betrayal.
The fear she didn’t want me to see.
And beneath all of it, the exhaustion of someone who had been fighting alone for too long.
“Come with me,” I said.
Alessia blinked, startled. “What? Where?”
I didn’t repeat myself.
I simply turned toward the door.
She didn’t move.
Her hand pressed protectively over her stomach.
Her gaze tracked every inch of my face, searching for danger I had no intention of giving her.
“Why?” she asked quietly. “Where are you taking me? And why the hell am I even following you? I can just go back to the room.”
“I am taking you to show you something. You are following because even though you’re not admitting it, you are curiou
