Chapter 107

Alexander’s POV

As I approached the room to check on Cassandra, I hesitated for a second before pushing the door open. There she was, Cassandra, the ghost of my past, sitting on the bed. My breath caught in my throat—she was a vision, yet different. Her hair, once vibrant and full of life, now hung limply around her face. Her eyes, however, still held that familiar fire. I had to clear my throat to get her to notice me.

"Alexander," she said softly, turning around to look at me. For a moment, time stood still. "Oh, how I've missed you." She stood up, her steps tentative as she moved toward me.

I lifted a hand to stop her. "Wait, Cassandra. How... How is this even possible? We thought you were dead."

Cassandra halted, her eyes brimming with unshed tears. "I wasn't dead, Alexander. Someone faked my death. They held a grudge against you and captured me to hurt you.”

Tears started to fall from her eyes. “They wanted to hurt you, Alexander, and I knew that I had to do something, so when I w