ALEXANDER
“Blood…”
The word left my mouth before I realised it.
Roman was still standing there, waiting, but I wasn’t looking at him properly anymore.
Not really.
My thoughts had already pulled away.
Because what he had just said—
It didn’t feel new.
It felt familiar.
I leaned back slightly in my chair, my hand dragging once through my hair before dropping again as I tried to steady the direction my thoughts were taking.
I might be wrong.
I held onto that first.
I needed to be.
But even as I told myself that, the pieces were already forming in my head, whether I liked it or not.
Faye’s blood.
A ritual.
The words didn’t belong together like that.
But they did.
And that was exactly what made my chest tighten.
Helen.
That was where my mind went first.
Everything she said
