Alexander’s POV
I woke up aching. Everything hurt, and I could see blood all around me. I hoped it wasn’t all mine. Flashes of the battle, which was very obviously over now, spun through my head. I groaned and clutched my head.
“Are you okay?” I heard Hailey ask me.
“Where’s Eleanor?” I changed the question.
I looked over at Hailey, willing myself to get up when she didn’t respond right away. I used the seating of the booth near me to prop myself up and finally get to standing. I stopped counting my open wounds and gashes after five. I didn’t need nor want to know that answer.
“Where’s Eleanor, Hailey?” I asked again, my tone forceful.
“I–I don’t know. Gone,” she whispered back.
I took a deeper look at the witch. She seemed shaken, ashen. Hailey was clutching her neck, and I noti
