The one thing about Lucille’s story that I couldn’t work out, was why Alexander had never hunted down his uncle, the murderer of his family, and taken him down.
Perhaps then he may have found some peace, without worrying about who was friend and who was foe. Which person close to him was going to be the next to betray him.
Although his past accounted for some of his misgivings, including the lack of trust in me, the one thing it did not account for was the sheer hatred in his heart for me. The way that he refused to even try to get to know me.
And as much as I could forgive him for being wary of me, I would struggle to forgive the physical abuse that he had on occasion shown me. The thought of his strong hands grasped around my throat and constricting my airways had taken days to get
