Page 128 of Hollywood Undercover
Alexandra stumbled and fell to her knees, crying in apanic.
“I don’t have time for this,” she repeated over and over. “I want to be withBash.”
She stared down at the reflective black floor, and Sebastian’s image appeared to stand over her kneeling figure. The panic in her chest calmed. Looking up with relief, Bash reached down to help her up, but when his hand connected with hers, purple tendrils of fire snaked up his arm and burned into his torso. He didn’t seem to be in pain, although the expression on his face was one of terrible resolution, like he was hurting inside and there were no moreanswers.
“You’re a fire I can’t fight,” he said, looking down at her with sad, brokeneyes.
Bash disappeared like the flame of a candle that had been snuffed out, and Alexandra was left in the darkness alone. Alexandra woke up to the sound of her phone. A glance at the number showed it was a private caller. Hoping it was Bash, sheanswered.
“Bash?”
“No. Forget about him,Alexandra.”
