Alex’s POV
Elsa is on her knees, trembling, eyes red from tears, and Amelia is close by, her face pale, hands hovering as if she has just finished doing something extraordinary. I see the faint trace of energy around her, a glow that hasn’t fully faded, and my chest tightens, my stomach twisting as I try to process what I think I just saw.
Part of me wants to believe her. Part of me wants to think that maybe, just maybe, she could be more than the woman who brought chaos to our lives, more than the one who almost made me die tonight. But another part of me, a part that burns hotter than anger, sharper than any blade I’ve ever swung, cannot forgive. I close my eyes, remembering the events of tonight.
I open my eyes again, and Elsa is looking at me, her lips trembling, her hands still cov
