At least she would have a freaking choice. And then she would always see him as someone who cared about her, who cared about whether she lives or die, who...
... Who loved her, no matter who she loves.
A hand rested on his shoulder, and he opened his eyes, thinking for a crazy second it was Ana. But of course it wasn't.
He looked up at Roger Carter, whose normally stern young face was soft and apologetic. "You did the right thing, Alex." He said softly.
Alexander slowly stood up, and looked away from his leader.
"Come on. None of the Archangels knew you were with her. You just have to come home now, and we will...we will think of something to make sure Anastasia finds someone as devoted and loyal as you, okay? Just... just come back with me. Come back to us."
Alex drew a deep breath,
