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[It's honestly probably a very good thing that Alex had her phone in her hand otherwise there's no way in hell that she would have been able to hear it ring. When it does she just stares at it before she shouts over the din of the loud tech music:]
Hold on.
[There's the sound of her moving through the club, and finally out the door of it where the background noise fades to something more like crowd noise. Alex moves past that before she speaks, and she sounds a little drunk but not shitfaced.]
How the hell do you even know where Excessus is? And yes, Amalia is fine. Trust me, she's a very good Domme who is much in demand. I am fine. And Warren didn't even know I was there!
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“I always trust Nic. I just don’t always listen to him.” Alex just gives him a little smile, not quite the little laugh that would come with her making a bad joke, but she’s trying. God she’s trying.
When he confesses that, Alex’s voice is soft and small. “I don’t want to leave you here with her, Richard. I’m afraid for you.” They’re being truthful now and Alex is going to continue that tread of it. “But I wouldn’t trade it for anything either.”
Alex just reaches up and touches his face again very gently before she adds: “I love you Richard Strand. And I’m going to save you. I don’t know how yet but I am.”