If the Stars Would Meet for Us

Chapter Three

Alina's POV

Alina woke with a start, their was a racket outside, she shuffled over to the door. The noise outside of it was loud but muffled. She attempted to push the door open when she heard a deep rough voice from the other side. "Rule 1, Alina." Alexander stated, loud enough to be sure she hear's him. 

"Come on! It's not like I can escape when your literally right there!" she yelled back, irritated. She cant even summon the sun and yet he treated her no differently the when she could. 

She heard him chuckled, the door opened and then closed behind him. "You stay in here." he said his back resting on the door with his arms crossed and an all knowing smirk dancing on his lips. 

"Come on! I haven't been outside in a week, at least let me go to the gardens Alexan-!" she cut herself off. She hadn't called him by his given name yet. It felt to personal. Like she somehow didn't deserve to use it. 

He simply shook his head, "No. How ungrateful you are being. I gave you Genya, your friend. I give you an inch and you want a mile." he sighed sarcastically. It was obvious that he liked playing with her. 

She spun on her heel, heading back deeper into the room. Her hand flew up in a rude gesture and she heard Alexander chuckle behind her. God he was infuriating. 

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Another couple days had passed, she stared out the window facing the gardens. Even Genya couldn't cheer her up. Genya was currently talking to David. Alina had used up her weeks worth of begging Alexander for something getting him to let Genya see David. He had agreed but not until Alina had said please at least 40 times. 

She sat, she had taken up sketching again. Bored out of her mind she tired everything and anything to keep her mind occupied. But she missed home. She missed her garden, the children. She missed Mal. 

She often wondered how he was? If he was doing alright. She didn't dare ask Alexander or even Genya out of fear in a fiery fit of rage the darkling would hunt him down and kill him for her mistake.

She sighed heavily again.

Alexander groaned, "Alina, please stop with the depressing sighing. It is very distracting." he huffed. His silver stair drifted over to her, she looked back. She open her mouth but snapped it shut quickly.

He wouldn't let her go to the garden. Nor did she tell him she wanted to visit his grave, it had become routine for her, a normal, a therapy. Everyday she grew closer to telling Alexander about it. It was his grave after all. 

What did she have to lose from telling him about his own grave. "Can I visit my garden? Just once a week?" she questioned. Swinging her legs off the ledge of the bay window, letting her legs find her way over to him. 

She braced herself for him to say no. A hard answer that she never questioned, it always got her no where. 

"Why?" he asked. That threw her off, she hadn't expected it. 

"Do you want the truth or something easier to say?" Alexander pondered her question. He knew it probably had something to do with the tracker. "Fine, the truth." he was prepared to hear how much she missed her dear Oretsev. 

He wasn't prepared for, "I want to visit a grave." was her answer. Their was no humor in her voice, no crack or shift. The truth, the blunt honest truth. She prayed he didn't ask who. 

"Who's?" of course he asked. She debated dropping the conversation, letting it eat him up with wonder of who's grave she was so desperate to see. 

She looked back over to the window, her head turned away from him as she whispered. Almost inaudibly "your's." Her eyes dropped down to the floor. She waited for the backlash. For his harsh laughter to fill the air, for him to mock her.