She stared at the empty space where Remy had just been sitting, her mind reeling from the casual, almost flippant way he had spoken. Ask him.
As if it were that simple.
As if she could just walk up to Alexander, look him in the eye, and ask him why he had done it. Why he had lied to her, betrayed her, led a rebellion against her empire. As if she could just... talk to him like nothing had changed.
But it wasn't that simple. It couldn't be.
And yet...
The thought planted itself in her mind, a seed of an idea that she couldn't shake. What if she did? What if she went to him, faced him, demanded answers? Maybe then she could find the clarity she so desperately needed, the strength to make a decision.
It was a terrifying prospect, one that made her stomach churn and her heart pound. But it was also... tempting. Because the alternative was to continue like this, lost and adrift, paralyzed by her own fear.
She couldn't do that. Couldn't keep running from the truth.
