"How… how can you do this kind of thing without even batting an eye?"
Alex looked down at her.
Then, with a casual shrug, he replied:
"I don't know. I guess I'm just done with hesitating."
His voice was eerily calm.
"They tried to kill me, and that wasn't forgivable. Simple as that."
Freya's fingers tightened into fists.
"But you spared Kyiv…" she said weakly.
At this, Alex turned toward her.
His face was unreadable.
His gaze, cold.
Then he spoke—
"Did I...?"
Freya's brow furrowed, her mind racing.
What did he mean by that?
Her eyes locked onto Alex, searching his expression, trying to pry the truth from him.
But his face remained unreadable.
His words weren't a lie.
A cold, sinking feeling twisted in her gut.
Her heartbeat quickened. He wasn't lying.
When…? When did this happen?
Alex's voice was eerily calm as he answered:
"I snapped right before the exit pulled us into the next trial. There was no way you would have known."
Freya's breath hitched.
