Or would he denounce both of us completely, leaving us to rot in a cell?
The very thought made me sick.
But with that sickness came a new wave of something far stronger: hope.
“You won’t find me guilty,” I said, straightening. I refused to show the pain on my face even though it felt like I was being stabbed over and over again directly in my heart. And to think that I had just been considering telling him that I loved him… I shoved that notion down for now, not wanting to dwell on it for too long.
“Perhaps not.” Alexander’s face softened somewhat, and for the briefest second, it almost seemed like he might reach out to touch me. And, Goddess, I wanted him to.
Any ounce of affection—anything—to prove that, despite all of this, he still cared for me in some capacity… I
