A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 368

I exhaled lightly and crossed my arms, more out of habit than anything else.

“You heard what happened, right?” I said as soon as he got close enough.

I didn’t wait for him to ask.

“I didn’t mean to hurt him,” I added quickly.

The words came out more defensive than I intended, and I knew it the moment I said them.

Alexander stopped in front of me, his expression unreadable at first.

“I heard some of the trainees talking,” he said. “That’s how I knew something happened.”

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His eyes stayed on mine as he continued. “I traced you here.”

I let out a breath, nodding once.

“Of course,” I muttered under my breath.

There was no point pretending.

He was already here.

Already looking at me like he could see through whatever I was about to say next.

I shifted slightly, uncrossing my arms, then crossing them again without thinking.

“It doesn’t make sense,” I said,

I glanced away briefly, then back at him.

“I thought I saw a branch. It broke–it was coming down right over him.”

As I said it out loud again, it sounded just as ridiculous as it had a few minutes ago.

“I didn’t even think,” I added. “I just reacted. I pulled him out of the way-”

I stopped, exhaling sharply.

“Except there was nothing there,” I finished.

Alexander didn’t interrupt.

He didn’t question it either.

He just watched me, listening.

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“The branch is still there,” I said, gesturing vaguely back toward the training area. “Not even a crack.

Nothing.”

I shook my head slightly, a dry, humorless huff leaving me.

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“So from everyone else’s point of view, I just-” I made a small motion with my hand. “Grabbed him and threw him into a pile of weapons for no reason.”

I paused.

Then added quietly, “Which is exactly what it looked like.”

Alexander’s jaw tightened slightly, just enough for me to notice.

He took a step closer, not crowding me.

“This isn’t the first time,” he said.

I frowned slightly. “What do you mean?”

His gaze didn’t waver.

“Yesterday,” he said. “In the car.”

Oh.

I blinked.

For a second, I had almost pushed that aside.

But now that he said it-

It clicked.

“You said you saw something then too,” he continued. “That I hit someone.”

I looked at him.

Slowly.

The memory came back clearer now.

“I did see something,” I said, quieter this time.

Alexander’s expression shifted slightly, more thoughtful now.

“Your visions don’t usually come like this,” he said.

I shook my head immediately.

“No,” I said. “They don’t.”

There was no hesitation in that answer.

“They come one at a time,” I added.

The word sat there between us.

Alexander held my gaze for a second longer.

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I didn’t respond.

She glanced up, biting the inside of her cheek before asking, “How’s he doing?”

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The question came out carefully, cautiously, but there was worry under it. I knew she was thinking beyond

just Ethan’s physical state–her mind was already racing toward the implications of what had happened.

“He’s fine,” I reassured her, keeping my voice even and steady. “Not in any serious condition. Just a few scrapes, nothing life–threatening. He’ll recover quickly.”

I saw a flicker of relief cross her face, her shoulders relaxing slightly, but I also knew it wasn’t the relief I had expected.

“The worst part,” she murmured, almost to herself, “isn’t even that he’s hurt. It’s how it happened.

Everyone’s going to talk… how I hurt him, how I acted without reason. How am I supposed to look those

wolves in the eyes again? To train them, to have them trust me, after I… after I-”

She faltered, her voice trembling at the last, and I could see her mind replaying the incident in ways I

couldn’t reach with words.

I understood her worry. It wasn’t just about the physical outcome; it was about perception, about the trust

she had built and how fragile it now felt in her own eyes. And from the look in her gaze, it was also about

trust in herself–her own control, her own judgment, everything she thought she had over herself suddenly

slipping.

I kept my tone measured, careful not to escalate anything further. “Maybe you should see Dr. Adams,” I suggested gently. “Talk to someone who might have an idea… who can offer advice before this–before it spirals any further.”

Her eyes shot up to me, sharp and fiery. “A doctor?” she snapped. “You’re saying I need professional help?

Like I’m… broken?”

I shook my head immediately. “No, that’s not what I meant,” I said quickly, my hands lifting in a calming gesture. “I just mean… someone with experience, someone who can give guidance, perspective. That’s all.

She cut me off with a sharp shake of her head, her hair falling into her face. Her chest rose and fell quickly,

and the tension radiating off her reminded me of a storm ready to break. “I don’t need anyone else to tell

me I’m going crazy, Alexander,” she said, her voice low. And before I could respond, she turned away from

1. me.

I stayed still, my hands lowering slowly, as I watched her go.

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