#Chapter 200: Stolen

Ella’s POV The words fell into the air like the heavy clang of a death toll. In my panic, I had told Alexander my real name—my real identity. And thus, I had potentially condemned him to a fate like Liam’s, or perhaps worse. A fate that might be avoidable if the artifacts were truly in that bunker… But what if they weren’t? During the stunned silence that followed, my heart pounded with a mixture of emotions. Fear, joy, longing, regret… All of them swirled around me like a funeral shroud, each one warring with another. I wanted to throw my arms around Alexander and joyfully reunite with him. But I also wanted to run into that bunker and set those artifacts ablaze before the curse could take him from me. Meanwhile, Alexander just stared at me in shock and disbelief. And then he took a step back. “You’re Ella. My Ella.” His face puckered with disgust as he folded his arms across his chest. “You don’t really expect me to believe that, do you