ALEXANDER
“What is it?”
The question came out immediately, my grip loosening the second she reacted.
Then it hit me.
Her wrist.
I had seen something there before—faint, easy to dismiss at the time.
But now—
My gaze dropped fully to it.
And I stilled.
It was more visible now.
Not just a faint irritation anymore.
It was brighter.
Clearer.
Defined in a way that couldn't be ignored.
I didn’t say anything at first.
Because I wasn’t sure I trusted what I was seeing.
This wasn’t possible.
It wasn't.
It was ridiculous.
And yet—
I wasn’t a child.
I knew what I was looking at.
Or at least… what it looked like.
“It’s just a bit irritated,” Faye said, pulling my attention back to her voice. “Roman went to get something from the clinic for it. I’m sure it’ll disappear soon.”
Her
