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Unnerving Attention

Author: Mayemura Special
last update Last Updated: 2025-09-27 18:30:55

Isla’s POV

Sleep did not come easily that night. Not because of Sophie, she slept like an angel, her tiny breaths steady and soft, but because of Alexander’s words. They echoed in my head long after I left his study. You underestimate how far they will go. The truth I did not want to face was that, six weeks ago, he had been right too.

I had almost forgotten it, or rather...deliberately buried it, perhaps. The memory of that night in the alley near my old apartment was one I did not want to carry. Three men, their faces blurred by the darkness, their intentions unmistakable. Sophie’s scream still rang in my ears sometimes.

And then Alexander had been there. Not with hesitation, not with panic, just sudden, decisive force. I had never seen men scatter so quickly, as though some invisible line of death had been drawn in front of them. He had been a wall between me and danger, between Sophie and the unthinkable.

I had never thanked him properly. Not truly. Instead, I accepted his offer t
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