Chapter 17

Alexi strays a little closer, but it’s too much. I have so much going on in my head and under my skin that I move away to breathe. I no doubt have a million more questions to get out of my head before I can stand and be okay with him again, but for now, I’m prickling with the need to be alone. I feel like, right now, I don’t know him anymore.

The man of the last months is not the one who stands before me now, and having one sentence change our entire dynamic, has changed who I see before me. It’s too much. My head’s a mess.

Alexi, the cruel, controlling tormentor, has become the man who murdered for me, trekked to London to find me, and confessed to being in love with me. I have so many scenarios to replay and rethink now I know these things, and the last months could do with being analysed carefully while I figure out what to do. It’s a lot to swallow.

He didn’t leave me in that hospital and discard me like an unfeeling son of a bitch. He stayed until he knew I wa