Listening to the sound of the hospital monitoring machines beep loudly, Alexandra stared down at Michael as he laid unconscious in his hospital bed, dressed in a patient gown and covered with small bruises all over. The assistant’s face looked nearly drained of any color it usually held during their working hours, and along with the bruises, scratches and oxygen mask placed over his nose, it proved to be the worst state Alexandra had ever seen him in.
Her heart clenched and her jaws along with it. Harming her was one thing, but harming the people close to her was another. If after this Eleanor still bore a wild dream that she was going to go easy on them, then she was the biggest dreamer Alexandra had ever met, because she was going to put them through whatever hell Michael was going
