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Alexandria's pov I shift uncomfortably in my bed. Sleep is lost as that scene rewinds in my mind again and again. Those green eyes, look at me in ways I can't decipher. "Breathe , little one." I hear his voice in my head and I bolt up. Sitting on my bed in attention, looking around. To find nothing. Strange. I looked out of the window, to see the weather stormy. There is no one Alexandria. Calm down. Gulping the glass of water kept on the side table, I ran my hand through my hair. Sighing heavily. To only find beads of sweat running down my forehead. It can't be. I imagine his voice in my head. It has to be. Laying back on the bed again. I looked up at the ceiling. Scolding myself. We can't get distracted, Alex. We need to focus. With new-found determination. I close my eyes