He woke up to a pounding headache. He was lying flat on his back in a familiar room. It took him a moment to realize that he was in his own office, on his couch, a blanket thrown over his trembling body.

“You’re awake,” someone muttered. “How are you feeling?”

Emma was sitting in the chair behind his desk. Only now the chair wasn’t in its proper place, but in front of him, and she had her elbows on her knees.

“Why am I here?” he asked quietly. “Where’s Tessa?”

“She’s home,” Emma said, moving her hand to press it against his cheek. “You’re going to be okay, you know that, right? It was an accident, what happened.”

“No,” Alex said sitting up. He hissed as his muscles screamed in protest. “It wasn’t. It was Ian. He made that car hit me. He wanted to kill me.”

Emma frowned. “I think that’s the medication talking. You’re pumped with a lot of pain killers. Here, take my phone and call Tessa. I’m sure she’ll be happy to know you’re awake now.”


Her eyes widened as she stepped back from the window. He had his fingers against the glass and was starting at her with a very cold, very cruel look. The rain didn’t seem to bother him, even though it soaked his hair and clothes.

“Let me in,” he said, his eyes flickering from blue to solid black, then back again. “Let me the fuck in, Tessa. I’ll kill you either way so it really doesn’t matter.”

“What did I ever do to you?” she asked, sliding her hand along the wall, trying to find the light switch. She wasn’t even sure why. “I told you, I can’t send Ava home, because I haven’t gotten in touch with her family yet. They haven’t visited since she arrived here.”

He smirked and tilted his head, water sliding down the side of his face, and then he stepped back and blew out the window. Wind howled over the shattering as Ian stepped into the house. He was in front of her in seconds, his hands reaching for her throat.

“You will die,” he said softly, glaring down at her. “You will all die for every miserable thing you’ve ever done.”

She was frozen in place, her blond hair whipping around her face, her blue eyes terrified. His fingers were just about to close on her throat when a bright beam of light formed behind Tessa, and headed straight for him.

It knocked him away from her, and as he fell to the floor, he caught a glimpse of what had shoved him. The light faded, leaving a girl behind. She crouched near Tessa and gripped her hand in her own, then bent to kiss her cheek.

“You aren’t allowed here,” the girl said in a mellifluous voice, staring at him.

Ian’s lip curled, and as he advanced on her, she put her hands together. She lifted her head and held him with her green eyes.

“If you touch my mommy again, you’re going to be sorry.”

The End

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