Chapter 145. Echoes of Pain

Alexander’s POV

It’s not just her beauty.

It never was.

It’s the way she carries herself. Regal, yet detached. That air of quiet defiance, like she doesn’t need to try—like she was born to own every damn space she walks into. Even now, standing in the center of this glittering hall with eyes trailing after her like moths to flame, I still can’t figure her out. And I hate that about her.

I tell myself I feel nothing but anger toward her. But the moment I see her—just one glance—and I lose grip.

My eyes flick, without permission, to the slit in her dress. Her skin catches the light like satin, a soft shimmer that holds my gaze longer than it should. My attention moves to her lips—watching the way they move as she speaks to someone across the room. I know every curve of those lips, ever