Chapter Sixty-Seven

XANDER POV

The lack of sleep has my eyes deceiving me. The woman must be a mirage, a hallucination. A figment, anything other than the mother I lost when I was five. My heart stopping as my eyes graze over the dark-haired woman, her eyes matching mine as she stares back.

Her name tumbling out of my mouth in complete disbelief. It’s not possible. She’s dead. She has to be dead, because the alternative is too horrible to contemplate. No, she cannot be alive. This is Cain’s doing. He found a look alike. A way to distract me, and torment me.

“Alexander,” she says, breaking through the silence, the timber in her voice tugging at memories I don’t want to recall. Younger versions of myself, they’re fuzzy- like a dream I haven’t had in years.

“It’s Xander now,’’ I growl, eyes turning obsidian. Anger surging through me at her insolence of walking in here acting like she fucking knows me?

The others in the room aren’t saying a thing, silently watching and waiting for my command. But for the firs