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Her skirt was torn, her hair falling out of place around her face. Where an hour ago she had been playing the part of effortless styled perfection, now she stood amidst chaos. She held a knife in one hand, her skin littered with blood splatter.
And yet this was where she felt most alive. Despite the pain and blood seeping out of her. She held her side, the knife still clutched in her fingers just in case.
As always, he chose the perfect moment.
She could keep herself alive or she could get him out of here. But she couldn’t do both at the same time. He needed to be clear and safe. Her eyes widened at the noise of footsteps in the hall, taking a few breaths to steady herself for the moment they were found.
Alex looked up at him again, nodding towards the way he had strode in. So calmly. So unbothered. As if the whole world was exactly as he planned it.
An indifferent man playing his own game whilst watching the world burn.