Sonia’s POV
I felt him before the door even finished opening, that strange, quiet shift in the air that always seemed to happen whenever Alexander walked into a room. A subtle pressure at the base of my spine. A tightening in my chest. A warmth I could never fully understand.
Molly’s grin widened so much I was afraid her cheeks would split.
And then he stepped inside.
Alexander stood in the doorway wearing a simple dark T-shirt and slacks, but somehow he made the clothes look like they had been designed specifically for him. His hair was a little messy, the way it always looked when he ran his fingers through it while thinking, and there was a faint crease on the side of his face like he had just woken from a nap he probably didn’t mean to take.
But it was his eyes that made my breath
