Alexander's POV
I stared at the unconscious woman in my arms, trying to make sense of what just happened. She'd called me by name—my real name—before collapsing. But how? We'd never met before.
Had we?
Something about her seemed vaguely familiar, like a dream I couldn't quite remember. But that was impossible. I never forget a face, especially not one as striking as hers.
"f**k," I muttered, carrying her to the bed.
As I laid her down, her arms locked around my neck with surprising strength, pulling me down with her. Our faces were suddenly inches apart, her breath hot against my lips.
"Alexander..." she whispered, eyes half-lidded and dilated. "Don't leave me again."
I tried to pull away, but her grip tightened, and before I could react, she lifted her head and pres
