Naomi's POV

Alexander entered through the ruined entrance as though he belonged in the chaos.

Gun in hand, Suit spotless, Smile devilish.

Rachel clutched her side where blood seeped through her fingers. But her gaze burned with greater intensity than before.

"You." She spat.

"Me," he said with smooth nonchalance, striding past her as if she was nothing.

I instinctively put Miranda behind me.

"Drop the act," I growled. "You are not here to help."

Alexander stopped in front of me, ...