Chapter Eight | Alexander

Her eyes shine in the moonlight as we travel down the street, our hands intertwined.

“We should travel to Paris,” Nina says suddenly, turning to face me. I study the woman with admiration, wearing a knowing smile. She always has these spontaneous ideas, never once lacking adventure. “We could get there in one night if we really tried.”

“Wasn’t it you who said we shouldn’t abuse our abilities?” I quiz, rubbing my thumb in circles upon her’s. Nina bites back a smile.

“Maybe, but I’m getting bored of staying in one spot. All we ever do is roam these same streets at night.”

“London is beautiful,” I argue.

“Well, I agree, but so is Paris. Now that the war is over I can finally see the Eiffel tower. My mother spoke of it often when I was a child, but she said the journey was too dangerous.”

“Dangerous?” I repeat. Nina nods her head instantly.