Alexander’s POV
“She remembers the eyes, Alex.”
River stood by the island in the kitchen, leaning against the marble counter with his arms crossed. He watched as I ladled steaming chicken broth into a bowl, his expression grim.
“She was delirious,” I said, my voice rough. “She remembers a fever dream. That’s all.”
“She asked about the ‘fire’ inside her,” River pressed, keeping his voice low so it wouldn’t carry down the hall. “You and I both know that wasn’t a hallucination. That was the transfer. She felt your aura, Alex. She felt the Wolf.”
I paused, the ladle hovering over the bowl.
My own body felt heavy, drained, as if I had run a marathon with weights strapped to my ankles. The transfer of energy had been massive. I had poured nearly half my reserves into her to burn out the R
