Ella POV
The drive back to my family home was awkward, to say the least. I couldn’t seem to shake the blush from my cheeks as I thought about facing my parents after everything that had just happened—not just David’s attack, but also the way I’d spent the night with Alexander, while they’d likely been up all night worrying about me.
The memory left me with a strange sense of guilt.
Physically, I was feeling much better, especially since Alexander had insisted I eat before we left his place. I’d argued, embarrassed and anxious, with little appetite to speak of, but he was persistent. I ended up having some fresh fruit and yogurt, which was, of course, delicious and did wonders to restore my strength.
By the time we pulled up to my parents’ house, the lingering effects of the drug David
