When Alexandra woke up, she clasped her hand over her mouth to muffle the frustrated scream that escaped her throat and threatened to wake the entire compound. She was thankful that Drake wasn’t in the room because he was sure to bombard her with too many questions, and she had too few answers.
It was the first time Alexandra had experienced something like that, and even now, she wasn’t entirely sure it was real. It’d felt real, but she couldn’t bring herself to believe it. Alexandra tried to recall the woman’s face, but it was already a blur. She couldn’t even remember the sound of her voice despite just hearing it a moment ago. Despite how badly she wanted to forget, she could remember the sight of Carmichael cursing her. She didn’t know that voice or those eyes, but that body belonged to Carmichael. The unknown woman said it hadn’t been the Carmichael she knew, but it didn’t make sense.