ALEXANDER
Convincing her wasn’t easy.
I knew it wouldn’t be.
Faye had never been the kind to just agree to something because it sounded like the only option. Even when the odds were stacked against her, she still needed to understand it—to weigh it, to decide for herself.
That was who she was.
And right now, that same strength was what made this harder.
Because I could see it in her eyes—the hesitation, the resistance, the part of her that didn’t want to even consider something like this.
I didn’t blame her.
I didn’t even like it myself.
But liking it didn’t matter.
What mattered was that we were running out of time.
I stood in front of her, my gaze steady, even though there was a part of me that wanted to look away. Not because I was unsure—but because I knew exactly what I was
