Ella POV
I stood frozen, my mind racing with a thousand questions. I could feel the tension in the air, thick and suffocating, wrapping around my chest like a tightening vice.
An image of August’s tear-streaked face flashed through my mind. He tried to warn me about this. Now, I understood his fear.
Alexander was afraid, too. His hand was wrapped tight around my wrist and I could feel that he was shaking. His fear terrified me.
I didn’t know if anyone else could sense it, though. Alexander's gaze, usually so composed and distant, flickered in the dim light of the room, revealing just a hint of the turmoil hidden beneath his cold exterior.
I had always trusted him—trusted that he was the person he showed me, the one who had fought beside me, the one who had held me when
