Another Chance for the Luna Queen

"They'll malfunction," he said nonchalantly, as if it were the most normal thing in the world.

I froze for a moment, the implication of his words sinking in. The police were going to cover up Alexander's involvement in this. And it all seemed so routine to him.

We arrived at the police station, and Alexander parked around the back. We walked up to the door together, and he knocked three times. On the third knock, the door swung open, and an officer with a grim expression motioned for

us to enter.

He led us down the hallway, pointed to a door, and stepped away, leaving us alone. I could hardly believe this was happening, but I did my best to mask the confusion and shock on my face.

Alexander was right-we needed whatever information this man could give us, and I didn't want to risk messing it up by showing how uncomfortable I was.

We entered the room to find a tall, broad-built man with messy stubble and bloodshot eyes, slumped over the table. He heard the door open, looked up, and I watched all the color drain from his face.

He stared at Alexander, recognition flashing in his eyes. For a moment, I wondered how I hadn't noticed before how dramatic some people's reactions to Alexander were. I should have put it together, but I chalked it up to nerves around someone so well-known.

Now, the fear was unmistakable.

"Oh hell," the man muttered, sitting up straight.

"I assume I don't need to introduce myself," Alexander said, stepping up to the long table. He pulled an empty chair out for me before sitting beside me. "You can make this much easier on yourself if you just answer my questions."

"Do I look suicidal?" the man snapped. "Of course I'm going to answer your questions."

His voice was loud and clear, but I could see his hands shaking as he clasped them together on the table in front of him.

"What exactly were you doing tonight?" Alexander asked, his voice steely.

“I was paid a substantial amount of money to run over your wife," the man answered without hesitation.

"Yet you claim not to be suicidal?" Alexander's voice had dropped into the low, chilling register I recognized as the voice of the Ice King.

"I'm not," the man said, his voice cracking. "Which is why I'm going to answer all your questions." He repeated the words, as if trying to convince himself. "Just tell me what you want to know.noveldrama

"Who hired you?" Alexander demanded.

"Amanda Gray," the man replied immediately, without hesitation.

"Who else?" Alexander pressed.

The man's expression faltered. He looked at me, confusion clear in his eyes, then glanced back at Alexander almost helplessly. He shrugged. "I don't know. Amanda Gray is the only one I spoke to. She's the one who paid me and told me what she wanted done."

"Was she alone?" Alexander asked, his tone sharp.

"She's the only one I saw," the man said, his eyes darting between us. "She pulled up in a car. She was the only one who got out. I don't know if there was anyone else in the vehicle. The windows were heavily tinted."

Alexander stared at him for a long, tense moment, his gaze unyielding. Then, without another word, he stood abruptly and extended his hand to me.

I took his hand, and he pulled me up. We left the room in silence.

I could feel the frustration radiating from him. It wasn't the answer he wanted. It

didn't give us any information about who was helping Amanda, but it did confirm that she was the one behind the attack.

"What do we-"

Alexander turned suddenly and slammed his fist into the wall, a growl of frustration escaping as he did so. I stared in shock at the angry outburst, his hand embedded in the drywall.

My heart raced as fear coursed through me.

Alexander's anger had always been kept in check, but it seemed like the situation was becoming too much for him to handle. If he was feeling like this, then we might really be in trouble.