Alexander’s POV
Well, look at this woman.
She stood at the edge of the shadows, the candlelight washing over that baby pink silk.
In a fortress built of cold, black stone and iron, she looked incredibly soft. Fragile. Like a delicate flower blooming in the middle of a battlefield.
But there was nothing fragile about the way she was looking at me.
She tilted her chin up, her eyes daring me to make a move.
She was standing in my dining area acting exactly like she was going to be my dinner, and she knew exactly how starving I was.
I frowned, my jaw clenching so tightly that my teeth ground together.
How does a woman change like this overnight?
I stared at the gentle curve of her neck, my mind spinning.
I remembered the girl she used to be at the Blood Moon banquets. She was in
