Chapter 37
Mara's POV
The dim glow of the streetlight caught two figures standing by the driveway.
One of them was Alexander.
And beside him–my mother.
This felt unreal, and for a brief moment, my breath caught. It was almost like the tail of the nightmare I had just escaped.
But the voices–they were real, clear enough that I could hear them even through the thin evening air.
Before I could think again, I pushed away from the window and dashed out of my room. The cool night air caused a sensation on my face, my bare feet barely feeling the cold cement beneath.
As I drew closer to them, their voices became even clearer–my mother's sharp, familiar tone still laced with a ting of mockery and bitterness.
"You're a real fine man," she was saying, "just too fine. If you'd ask me,
