The morning sun poured through the large windows of Alexander's mansion, casting warm rays across the room. He opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the light, and the first thing he noticed was Anna. She was still asleep beside him, her face pale, her breathing steady but shallow. Even in her sleep, the faint lines of discomfort on her face told him she was still in pain.
Alexander carefully slid her hand off his, trying not to wake her. He got out of bed quietly, stretched his stiff muscles, and walked out of the room. The events of the previous night were still fresh in his mind. He had never felt so helpless in his life, and the thought of Anna suffering was like a thorn in his chest.
Walking into his room, he quickly showered and changed into a crisp black shirt and slacks. His reflection in the mirror showed a man who was both tired and determined. Picking up his phone from the bedside table, he scrolled through his contacts until he found Liam's number.
