For a brief while, Alexander's face changes, but his gaze never leaves mine. His eyes are so piercing that it's difficult to tell if he's intrigued or already planning his next move. There's no longer any sarcasm or mocking smile.
"I think I know what my grandmother wants." He speaks calmly at first, but I can hear a trace of exhaustion in his voice. "but my question, Mia, is what do you want?"
My voice is calm as I add, "I came here because I need your help," but the words feel heavier than I anticipated. They linger between us like a confession as soon as they leave my lips.
"Help?" he repeats, his voice low and thoughtful. "From me?"
I nod, swallowing down the knot in my throat. "I don't know who else to ask. I'm not even sure you're the right person, but... I'm out of options."
