Nikolai Pov
The following morning, I woke up in a room I didn’t recognize., but it didn’t do much to soothe the unease settling in my chest.
The bed beneath me was too soft, too luxurious—so far removed from the restless nights I was used to.
For a brief moment, I let the comfort lull me, but then reality struck like a cold slap.
Sitting up, I ran a hand through my hair, scanning the room for any sign of her.
My eyes darted to the window, where she’d been the night before.
Empty. Of course. Alex was gone.
The tension in my jaw tightened as I threw the blanket aside, moving to check under the pillow for the diary.
There it was. Still there. Relief flickered for a moment, but it didn’t last.
Her diary. Her words. They’d kept me up for most of the night.
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