"...Alexia?" I didn't want to believe the conclusion I had reached even as the name left my lips.
But I knew I wasn't mistaken.
That girl… that small, trembling girl… was definitely Alexia.
Perhaps she had dyed her hair black… but her terrified face, her tearful glassy eyes, and her voice — quivering though it was — were undoubtedly hers.
Alexia Von Zynx.
"You don't remember this moment, do you?" The distorted voice slid into my ears again, close enough to sound as if it was coming from right next to me.
I couldn't reply.
I wanted to, but I was so shaken I couldn't force out a single word.
So the voice continued in my stead.
"Why would you? It was just another evening for you — maybe a touch more lavish than your usual routine. But for that little girl… it was horrifying."
I watched as little Alexia resisted the tugging of my friends, crying and shaking more openly now.
