Alexander's POV

I move forward. Each step is careful. Deliberate. My eyes stay locked on her.

Rachel remains slumped on the ground. Her head hangs low. Blood drips steadily from her mouth. Her broken leg lies twisted at that horrible angle.

She looks defeated. Destroyed. Like she's dying right in front of me.

But I don't trust it. Can't trust anything about her.

Five steps away. Four. Three.

I can smell her ...