Alexander’s POV
I stood in the center of the dark gym, staring up at the empty landing where Lilian had been standing seconds ago. My chest was heaving, sweat dripping from my nose to splash onto the rubber mats, and my knuckles were raw beneath the wraps, stinging with a pleasant, grounding pain. But the adrenaline surging through my veins had nothing to do with the workout.
She saw, Titus rumbled, pacing a tight circle in the back of my mind. She saw the gold.
She thinks she’s dreaming, I countered, grabbing a towel from the bench and wiping my face roughly. She’s confused. Sedated. River pumped her full of meds.
She called to us, Titus argued, his tone smug. She came to find the noise. She is curious. The fear is gone.
I didn’t answer him. I couldn’t, because he was right. When sh
