Ella POV
Alexander ended up working late, which was probably for the best—it gave us both time to clear our heads. I wasn’t sure if we even needed to have a follow-up conversation after his confession, but I wanted to be prepared if it happened.
My conversation with James had helped more than I expected. He was right—Alexander was a good man, even if his past was tangled up in crime.
I smiled to myself as I pulled a tray of cookies from the oven. It was a silly thought, but an accurate one.
I had heard plenty of stories about the Ice King over the years—rumors of illegal smuggling, business fraud, and rivalries with rogue gangs near the northern border. But not once had I heard a single story about him hurting someone who could be considered innocent.
Of course, I couldn’t
