CHAPTER FOUR
ALEXIA P.O.V
I was angry.
Angry… shocked… and yet—relieved.
Relieved that he was finally gone.
"Alexia, let's go," Clara said, glancing back at me.
"You go ahead," I replied, folding my arms. "I'll find my way home."
She frowned slightly. "Are you sure?"
"I am," I said, then paused. "Wait… where's Naomi?"
"Oh!" Clara blinked. "I forgot to tell you—she left yesterday. Something urgent came up, so she had to go home. But don't worry, she's fine."
I stared at her.
"Wow," I said dryly. "So much for telling each other everything."
"Come on, don't be upset," Clara said quickly. "She didn't mean to keep it from you."
"Who said I'm upset?" I muttered.
"Your face did," she giggled.
I rolled my eyes.
"Ma'am, it's time to go," someone called.
"See you at home!" Clara said before running off.
"Oh, hi Felix! Long time no see!" I heard her say excitedly in the distance.
And just like that—
I was alone.
I turned slowly, taking in the state of the house.
The broken door.
The scattered debris.
The mess those buffoons had caused.
"Ugh… whatever," I muttered under my breath.
I headed upstairs, already thinking about packing. I just wanted to leave this place and be done with all of this.
But then—
I stopped.
Footprints.
Fresh.
Clear.
Leading straight to…
My room.
My body tensed instantly.
"What the hell…" I whispered.
Every instinct in me went on high alert.
Slowly, carefully, I moved forward, my senses sharpening as I approached the door.
I pushed it open.
Silently.
Carefully.
Ready for anything.
But—
Nothing.
The room was empty.
Too empty.
My eyes scanned every corner, every shadow.
Then I noticed it.
The window.
It was open.
My breath hitched slightly.
That window had been locked.
I was sure of it.
I stepped closer, looking outside.
Nothing.
No movement.
No sound.
Just silence.
"…This is getting weird," I murmured.
I turned to leave—
And froze.
A sudden chill swept through the room.
Not normal cold.
Not natural.
This was different.
Sharp.
Unsettling.
Like something unseen had just passed through.
My heart began to pound.
Something was wrong.
Very wrong.
Packing could wait.
I rushed outside, needing space—needing air—needing to think.
Without realizing it, my feet carried me toward the woods.
The same woods.
The same place.
And then—
I saw him.
That man from earlier.
I reacted instantly, ducking behind a tree, my breath slowing as I tried to stay hidden.
He wasn't alone.
Three other men stood with him—big, intimidating, the kind you didn't want to cross paths with.
They were talking.
Serious.
Focused.
I leaned slightly, trying to hear better.
"Scan the area," he ordered, his voice cold and commanding. "We can't let them escape. Once you find them, bring them to headquarters immediately."
"Yes, sir," they replied before quickly disappearing into the forest.
Silence returned.
I stayed hidden for a few more seconds, just to be sure.
Then I stepped out—
And crashed into something solid.
I stumbled back.
"What the—"
A wall?
No.
Not a wall.
Him.
My breath caught in my throat as I slowly looked up.
Oh no.
Before I could react—
He grabbed my wrist.
Hard.
"Hey! What's your problem?!" I snapped, wincing at the pressure. His grip was unbelievably strong.
"Why are you stalking me?" he asked, his voice dangerously low. "Are you a spy?"
"Excuse me?" I scoffed despite the pain. "What are you, some celebrity I should be stalking?"
I tried to pull my hand free, but his grip tightened.
"I came here for my morning jog," I shot back. "I was resting before you showed up. Now let me go."
His eyes narrowed slightly as he studied me.
"Kidnapping my sister… watching me from a distance… and now this," he said slowly. "Just who are you?"
Then he released me.
I immediately pulled my hand back, glaring at the red mark forming on my skin.
"Ouch," I muttered. "You're going to leave a mark."
I rubbed my wrist, annoyed.
"I told you before—I'm not stalking you," I said. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I have packing to do."
I turned and started walking away.
But then—
Footsteps.
Behind me.
I stopped.
Slowly turned.
He was there.
Following me.
"What are you doing?" I asked, narrowing my eyes.
"Walking," he replied casually. "With two legs. What does it look like?"
"No," I said firmly. "You're clearly following me."
"And why would I do that?" he asked, raising a brow.
"Because…" I paused.
Because what?
Why would he follow me?
I frowned slightly.
"…Never mind," I muttered.
I turned back and continued walking.
But the uneasy feeling stayed.
By the time I reached the mansion, I didn't waste a second.
I rushed upstairs, throwing my things together as quickly as possible.
I needed to leave.
Now.
I grabbed my phone and dialed.
"What do you mean you can't come pick me up?!" I snapped.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," my driver replied nervously. "You told me to take the day off. My child is sick."
I froze.
Oh.
Right.
"I… forgot," I said, exhaling. "How is she now?"
"She's still sick, but she's getting better."
"Take care of her," I said softly before ending the call.
I sighed.
"Great. Train it is."
I grabbed my bag and headed downstairs—
Only to stop.
A man was leaning casually against a sleek black Mercedes.
The latest model.
Expensive.
Very expensive.
I frowned.
Seriously?
Why was everyone showing up today of all days?
"And who are you supposed to be?" I called out.
He turned.
And I froze.
For a moment—
I forgot how to breathe.
He looked…
Unreal.
Like something sculpted to perfection.
Tall. Well-built. Dark, slightly messy hair. A sharp jawline.
And his eyes—
Green.
Emerald green.
Strangely familiar.
Magnetic.
I couldn't look away.
"Take a picture," he said coldly. "It'll last longer."
The voice snapped me out of it.
Wait.
That voice—
"You…" I narrowed my eyes. "You're the guy from this morning."
Wow.
He cleaned up really well.
"Says the one who was staring," he shot back.
I crossed my arms.
"And you weren't?"
He didn't respond.
Just stared at me.
Then—
"Get in."
I blinked.
"What?"
He didn't repeat himself.
Didn't explain.
He simply got into the car and started the engine.
I stood there for a second.
Confused.
Suspicious.
Annoyed.
…But also—
Relieved.
No train.
"Wow," I muttered under my breath as I walked toward the car. "You could at least pretend to be human."
Still—
I got in.