Alessandra’s POV
“Stay down.” Rebekah ordered as I fought to watch her every movement while I was discarded in a room that must have belonged to Maisie. The life she brought throughout the gothic mansion bled through the details around us. Pastels that contrasted the blacks and grays of the windows and walls, drawings of animals and flowers adorning cork boards, and a wide selection of books that I knew must have held some influence over Aaron. But my main focus came to the woman standing before me who appeared somewhere between high and drunk, but an angry one at that.
Appearing strung out on something I couldn’t quite place, despite my past with Travis and his deviants, these symptoms were something outlandish. Her eyes were somewhere between bloodshot and dilated, flicking around the
