Alexandra's POV
My head is aching, very poor. As if someone hit my head.
I lifted my eyelids. The ceiling of the church appeared hazy. Then it became evident.
A person was speaking. A female voice. Chilly. Known.
Margaret Price. Living. Positioned before Sophia and David.
Nope. This wasn't genuine. She had passed away. Her body was discovered. The media reported that.
I attempted to raise myself. Agony pierced my head. I tapped my head. Blood on my hands.
One of Price's guys must have struck me. Upon entering the church. When I was not watching.
"Alexandra is awake," Price remarked. She gazed at me. Grinned. "Well." I want you two to observe this. "I need you to realize just how utterly you've failed."
"Sophia stated, 'You were meant to be dead.'" Her voice trembled yet she held h
