ISABELLA’S POV
“You shouldn’t worry about him anymore. You’re safe now.”
Alexander’s voice cut through the silence, breaking the fog of my thoughts as I carefully tended to his wounds. We were alone in the clinic. He was sitting on the bed, his upper body leaning back on the bed frame, and he had a mixed look of exhaustion and determination on his face.
But even though his words were supposed to be reassuring, it did not bring the comfort they were meant to. Instead of feeling relieved, I felt something stir deep inside me – a sense of dread that had been lurking ever since Xavier’s parting words echoed in my mind, haunting me with every breath.
I tried to focus myself on the task at hand, dabbing the antiseptic on the nasty cut on Alexander’s arm. The wound was deep, and I winced at
