ALEXANDER
I was checking my wristwatch every passing minute, wondering if I had made the right decision not to go after her. Then I felt her presence.
Not the sharp spike of panic I’d been bracing myself for all afternoon. Not the hollow drop of dread that had been sitting in my chest since Irene found out she wasn’t in the room.
I looked up from the training field, where dozens of soldiers were sparring under Kyle’s barked commands, and there she was—walking toward me at an unhurried pace, hands clasped loosely in front of her, posture relaxed.
Relief hit me so hard it almost made me dizzy.
I hadn’t realized how tightly I’d been holding myself together until that moment—until the constant recalculating, the second-guessing of my earlier decision to let her be, suddenly stopped matter
