Alexander’s POV

My shoes stomp hard against the ground in quick motion. My head spins, getting clouded by the echoing voices.

“Alexander?” That soft voice slips through.

But I’m not stopping. My eyes are on the elevator door at the end of this open space. My chest tightens. The room keeps shrinking around me.

“Alexander!”

My hand is yanked back, and I’m forced to turn. I suck in a breath, my teeth digging into my bottom lip, my chest swelling, and my blurred gaze locking with ...