A Warrior's Second Chance (Faye and Alexander) novel Chapter 376

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Chapter 376

ALEXANDER

“What?” I repeated. “Faye-”

She didn’t wait for me to finish.

She leaned forward slightly, her hands pressing lightly against the desk, her gaze locking onto mine with a force that hadn’t been there before.

“I want him out,” she said.

I stared at her for a second, trying to process what I was hearing, trying to reconcile it with the woman I knew.

Then I exhaled quietly and stepped closer to the desk.

“Out?” I repeated, trying to keep my tone steady, though there was a slight edge of disbelief creeping in. “Out to where, Faye? Where exactly do you want him to go?”

The question left my mouth before I had even fully thought it through.

And for a brief, strange moment-

I surprised myself.

Because there had been a time… not too long ago… when I had been the one saying Roman couldn’t stay here. When I had questioned his presence, his place, his loyalty. When I had been the one pushing for distance.

And now here I was-

Standing in front of Faye… defending him.

The irony almost would have been amusing.

If the situation wasn’t so wrong.

Faye didn’t react to that. Not the irony, not the shift. She didn’t even pause to consider the question beyond what it meant to her argument.

Instead, she leaned forward again, her gaze fixed on mine with a sharpness that hadn’t been there before.

“He sat there,” she began, her voice controlled but tight underneath, “and claimed that he had

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the exact same dream as me-‘

Her brows pulled together, her expression ha: ning.

“Not just similar,” she continued, her tone rising just slightly. “The same.”

I didn’t interrupt.

I let her speak.

Because I needed to understand exactly where this was coming from.

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“And then,” she added, her voice tightening further, “to also be able to understand whatever that voice was saying–something neither of us should even recognize-”

She shook her head slightly, like even saying it out loud made it sound worse.

“That’s not normal, Alexander,” she said, her eyes locking onto mine again. “That doesn’t just happen.”

I held her gaze. I could see the fire in her eyes even as she tried to stay calm.

“It could be another vision,” she went on, her voice dropping slightly but somehow becoming more intense. “I was bleeding out, and he was there.”

She paused for a moment.

“That means something,” she added.

The way she said it-

Not like a possibility, but like a conclusion.

“And what does it mean?” I asked, my tone even.

She didn’t hesitate.

“It means he knows more than he’s saying,” she replied immediately. “Or worse–he’s part of it.”

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