C12 ISABELLA'S POV
ISABELLA'S POV
I blink, staring at Alexander as if he had just spoken in a foreign language. Did I hear him right? My mind is racing, trying to piece together what he just said. No, I definitely heard him wrong. There’s no way he just said that.
“Excuse me?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper, though every inch of me feels like I’ve been struck by a bolt of lightning
