"Alex!"
Flora's breath hitched. She stared at him, paralyzed by a reality that defied everything she knew. Alex was dead, he had been gone for months. Yet here he was, standing unscathed before her.
"Did I surprise you?" Alex smirked, his eyes devoid of any warmth.
Panic finally surged, and Flora lunged forward to run, but Alex was faster than her. Before she could even scream, he caught her wrist and threw her violently toward the ground. Her purse hit the pavement first, spilling her phone and the audit file across the dirt.
Before she could scramble away, he grabbed a fistful of her hair, yanking her head back. Flora cried out in pain, her eyes darting around wildly, only to find the city streets had vanished. She was in a place that looked like dark, damp, and utterly isolated. She couldn't understand how he had moved her so fast, or where this hidden strength had come from.
