Alexander’s POV
The sparring room was empty. Nothing uncommon at this hour, but there was an unusual stillness tonight, which gave me the creeps.
The only thing that could be heard was the rhythmical beating of my fists against the training dummy. The leather took the strain baiting the fruitlessness.
Again.
Again.
Again.
My hands ached, already split at the knuckles, but I didn’t stop. Couldn’t stop. My body screamed, but the pain was an anchor. Familiar. Manageable.
Eliana wasn’t manageable.
She was a storm in the shape of a girl, and I was foolish enough to try and outrun lightning.
And yet… I kept chasing it.
When I was not close to her, a section of me lost the idea of who I was. Whenever she got out of my control, I was thrown on top of a cliff-looking as a person who could
