ALEXANDER

Fuck! I muttered and held the stand for support as my legs became too weak to carry me.

Even the air around me felt suffocating as I stared at the reporter’s phone screen. The video played on repeat, but my mind refused to process it. Mirabelle. Lying in a pool of her own blood. Her body sprawled out on the cold pavement near the towering building. Obviously dead.

Fuck! I exclaimed again, refusing to believe what I had just seen.

A shaky breath left my lips. The scene looked ...