Alexander’s POV
The footsteps coming down the staircase thumped loudly, and I gritted my teeth in annoyance. I sat up a little straighter and stretched in my chair. Rubbing my eyes, I blinked slowly until Lawrence’s figure wasn’t blurry any longer. The computer screen was definitely playing with my eyesight.
“You’re going to kill yourself at this pace,” he said to me.
I looked down at the heaps of books I had gone through in the past couple of, umm. Hours? Days? I turned to look at the clock on the corner of the desk. It read 2:37am. I yawned.
“Seriously, Alexander. You’re no good to her dead.”
Leaning back in my chair, I scratched at the now-growing beard on my face.
“I’m no good if she ends up dead, Lawrence,” I said gruffy.
My voice hadn’t been used in a while, and it was heav
