The War God Alpha's Arranged Bride (Evelyn and Alexander) novel Chapter 186

**Steps Along Forgotten Roads**
**By Sophia Reed**
**Chapter 186: Fiona’s Last Attempt At Freedom**

[Evelyn’s POV]

The sight of Fiona sent a jolt through my heart, a sensation I despised. It felt as if it were lodged in my throat, a visceral reminder of the fear that enveloped me like a suffocating fog, thick and toxic.

She was oblivious to my presence, her focus consumed by the chaos she was creating. I pressed myself against the doorframe, narrowing my eyes to scrutinize her frantic movements. Her hands flitted around the room with an urgency that betrayed her desperation.

She’s searching for the blade.

That dagger was the singular, irrefutable piece of evidence that could seal her fate. My thoughts raced to Caroline; it was clear she had whispered poison into Fiona’s ear, urging her to seek out the very blade she had carelessly left behind.

How many rooms had she already invaded? I pondered briefly, recalling the tales of Alexander securing the dagger within the confines of his office safe. A flicker of relief washed over me, knowing that it was safely out of Fiona’s grasp for the time being.

The air was thick with her muttered curses, each word dripping with frustration. I could sense her patience unraveling, thread by thread.

“Where the hell did that bastard hide it?” she spat, her voice barely above a whisper yet laced with venom.

A swell of anger surged within me. Fiona’s twisted perception of Alexander was something I could never fully comprehend. It gnawed at me endlessly. She had never made any effort to connect with him, yet she seemed to hold his opinions in high regard. Everyone believed he’d be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of his days, stripping away much of his allure in the eyes of many.

Yet here was Fiona, still tethered to a fear of him that never truly faded. But now, it appeared that her desperation had clouded her judgment. In a strange way, I could almost empathize with her.

This was a fight for her life, her last grasp at freedom. She was willing to go to any lengths to escape the consequences of her actions.

Just the mere thought of her succeeding sent a sharp pain through my scars, a reminder of the blade’s cruel bite. I winced, the memory of that moment flooding back with an intensity that made my skin crawl.

No. I would not allow Fiona to escape. The thought of her walking out of that courtroom unscathed was unacceptable.

I clenched my jaw, suppressing a snarl that threatened to escape my lips. Suddenly, Fiona froze, her instincts kicking in as she sensed that she was not alone.

“I know you’re there,” she stated, her voice steady and low, yet filled with a chilling certainty.

I leaned out slightly, keeping my tone even. “Didn’t you know? Breaking into someone’s home is against the law.”

She whirled around, her eyes blazing with disbelief and simmering hatred. Her hands found their way to her hips, a defiant stance.

“And here I thought Caroline was just spinning tales when she told me you were alive,” she shot back, her sarcasm sharp enough to cut through the tension.

A smirk tugged at the corner of my mouth, a reflection of the satisfaction I felt. “For someone who claims to have a medical background, I’m surprised you managed to botch a murder. I mean, I was literally strapped to a table, Fiona. You had every chance to finish me off.”

“That was my plan,” she hissed, her eyes narrowing dangerously. “But I wanted you to suffer. If Alexander hadn’t found you, you would have bled out. You got lucky.”

“Perhaps. But from where I stand, it seems like you’re the one running out of luck,” I taunted, my voice dripping with mockery. “Seriously, Fiona? Leaving behind the most crucial piece of evidence? That’s a rookie mistake.”

“Fuck you,” she spat, her voice low and dangerous. “When I find that blade, I’ll finish what I started.”

In a flash, she lunged at me, her nails bared and ready to tear into my flesh. But thanks to Erik and Thomas’s rigorous training, I was prepared. Alexander’s words echoed in my mind, a mantra of survival.

“…In training, envision your opponent as the embodiment of your worst nightmares. The only way to prevent those nightmares from becoming reality is to take them down…”

Yet, this was no longer training. This was a fight for survival.

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