Alexander’s POV
I didn’t sleep.
Not even for a second.
Not after the almost, abduction.
Not after the image of Sonia’s shaking body was burned into my mind.
Not after the knowledge that someone had touched her… grabbed her… tried to pull her away from me… carved itself into something dark and vicious beneath my ribs.
By the time the sun rose, I was still sitting in my study, shirt half-buttoned, hair a mess from repeatedly dragging my fingers through it. The lamp was still on. My phone was still buzzing every few minutes. And the security team was rotating shifts as if the entire world was on fire.
Because to me… it was.
I had almost lost her.
And worse, someone wanted me to lose her.
A direct threat, calculated.
Delivered with a message.
I kept replaying the footage in my head
