Chapter 70: The Escape
(James's POV)
I slouched in my chair, tapping the desk absently, my mind occupied with the whirlwind mess between Alexander, Eden, and Victoria.
The way Alexander was handling things—or failing to handle them—was enough to make even the Moon Goddess herself question her designs.
"Alexander is losing it," I muttered aloud, eyeing the empty cup of coffee on the table. The memory of our last conversation lingered—his desperate tone, his rising frustration.
Ruby paced furiously across the room. The shredded remnants of Victoria’s robe still lay on the floor, a clear testament to her anger.
"You mean he's already lost it," she snapped, her fiery hair a literal warning light of her rage. "Seriously, James, you're still defending him after everything he's done?
