Alexa could hardly contain herself as the taxi pulled up outside Pyris' home. Her heart was still racing from the nightmares she had just experienced, and the ominous feeling that lingered from those dreams weighed heavily on her chest.
Without waiting to pay the driver, she flung open the door and ran towards the house.
"Miss, the fare!" the driver called after her, but Alexa didn't care. She had only one focus right now—Pyris.
As she neared the entrance, Pyris was already there, waiting. His tall, commanding figure stood by the door, his eyes filled with concern. The second she reached him, Alexa threw herself into his arms, diving into his chest.
Her whole body trembled as her tears soaked into his shirt.
"It's okay, Alexa. I'm here," Pyris whispered softly, his hands gently stroking her head as he comforted her. He didn't need to ask what was wrong. He could feel her anguish, her desperation.
