Bernadette’s POV
I hate myself.
He was the last person I saw before everything went dark and a part of me wishes that he was also the first person I saw if I ever woke up again.
Now I might have been imagining things just to satisfy that wish. Alexander was asleep in a chair beside me with his arms crossed and his head low. This should be a dream.
I tried getting up but felt a sharp pain in my torso. Right, I was stabbed by that vampire too. Damn it. Who would have thought that a vampire would use my own weapon to stab me? I was lucky that I was carrying a spare and that he was a fool for trying to play with his food.
“You’re awake.” I jolted in surprise.
Okay, so this wasn’t a dream at all. Unless I was dead. But even that thought sounds weird with Alexander around.
“I’m alive ye
