Elena’s POV“Alexander!”My scream echoes in my ringing ears. Time slows down, almost sputtering to a halt, and as I rush towards Alexander, it feels as though my limbs are traveling through amber. Slugging. Unable to reach him in time.Grace gasps. I know she didn’t mean to do it. She’s out for me.And that’s why she aims again.“I should’ve shot you when I had the chance!” she grits out, cocking the gun once more.But this time, someone springs out of the kitchen doors. The figure tackles the man next to Grace, distracting her and knocking him out with one solid punch. Grace backs off, then I see who it is.Tristan.He gets up and snatches the gun right of Grace’s hand, kicking it out of her reach. She tries to run, but he grabs her, pushing her down on the floor even as she starts struggling.I kneel next to Alexander, cradling his head on my lap. His side is bleeding, the red stain growing on his cashmere shirt. I can see blood pooling from under him.“Alexander,” I whisper, tears
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