Ayla POV
I woke up in a different room. This room was more manly, the beige colors mixed with gold made it feel regal.
I looked at myself and I was completely dressed, my hair braided the same way I styled it the night before.
I took a deep breath, and quickly recognized the scent of the room, incense, sandalwood, ashes and fresh morning dew. What am I doing in Alexander's chambers?
A surge of memories came to me, some were utterly disturbing, they belonged to a horrible nightmare, then my feet took me to his door and he was sweet and caring with me. I should not allow the bond to pull me close to him.
I can tell he is a dangerous man, his heart is erratic and unpredictable. I can see in his eyes deep wounds and sorrow. His soul is broken and I don't know if I can handle someone
