~Alistair's POV~
The Kind of Love That Fights Back
He looked at me intently, his eyes searching mine. "She mentioned that whatever you said to her really got to her. I don't know exactly what you told her, Alis, but it clearly hit home. She's actually changing... and honestly, it's surprising to see."
I looked down at my plate, tracing the rim of my glass with my thumb.
"I didn't say anything special, Alex," I said softly. "I just told her that family shouldn't be a battlefield… that if she keeps pushing everyone away just to stay in control, she might end up alone in that big house."
Alex reached across the table, his fingers brushing lightly against my knuckles.
"Whatever you said… it worked," he said. "She sounds different. Less… sharp. I think she's starting to realize the world doesn't revolve around her expectations."
