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
