Chapter 25: Postpone
(Grace's POV)
The quiet hum of the silver-lined elevator echoed off its pristine walls as we ascended. The confined space only heightened the tension that hung between us, thick and heavy.
I stood against one corner, my ceremonial healer robes brushing softly against the metallic floor, conscious of Alexander’s looming presence on the other side.
He shifted, his golden eyes reflecting the dim light with unsettling sharpness. For once, he wasn’t casting judgment or disdain. Instead, his gaze seemed contemplative—or worse—conflicted.
“I’ve been thinking,” he said suddenly, breaking the near suffocating silence.
I bit back an urge to respond with sarcasm, settling for a flat, “About what?”
“The mate-bond dissolution,” he started, his tone measured as if test
