Chapter 57

"No!" Samantha jerked upright in bed, a cry slipping from her lips as she reached for the vanishing figure of her sister. A warm, steady hand gripped hers, grounding her abruptly in reality. As her vision adjusted, she realized it was Alexander holding her hand. Her eyes widened. "You... Alexander? What the hell are you doing here?" "Caitlin," he said with a frown, his voice cold and sharp, "do you really hate me that much?" Her blank stare said it all—what was he even talking about? Was he seriously showing up in her room just to pick a fight while she was asleep? His icy expression grew more intense. He'd heard her mutter in her sleep: "I won't ever fall for him..." That one sentence stabbed right through him. What did he even do to deserve this? To get pushed away even in her subconscious? Since when did anyone reject him like this—so thoroughly that even in dreams she couldn't stand being with him? "How the hell did you even get in here? Alexander, you creep, get out of my room!" S