Third Person's Pov
“The doctor hasn’t been by in two days, Nikolai,” Alex said, her voice carrying a hint of frustration. “I’m fine. I can walk, eat, breathe—all the things normal people do. I bet he’s already cleared me to leave.”
“You’re not leaving,” Nikolai replied flatly, his tone firm and final.
Alex narrowed her eyes, her grip tightening around the lukewarm coffee cup in her hand. “What’s the big deal? I can’t stand it here. You know that.”
“It’s safer for you here.” Nikolai’s response was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it.
She paused, the coffee cup hovering near her lips. Safe? The weight of his words hung in the air, and suddenly, she realized what he wasn’t saying out loud. “The threat is still out there, isn’t it?” Her voice was quieter now, almost a whisper.
Nikolai
