ALEXANDER
I couldn’t stay in that room.
Not another second.
The moment she handed me that letter so calmly—so casually—it felt like something inside me ached in a way I couldn’t explain properly.
Like I was standing there listening to her discuss the weather instead of the possibility of her dying.
Dying.
And not coming back to me.
All I could hear in my head was the way she said it.
So calm... so composed.
As if the only thing I needed to worry about after her death was delivering some letter to Silver Hollow.
I knew Faye.
I knew she wasn’t trying to hurt me.
That wasn’t what this was.
She was just preparing.
Trying to protect everyone even now.
Trying to prevent a war before it could happen.
But while she sat there accepting possibilities...
I was still fighting against
