Alex just finishes the tiny bottle of bourbon and sets it on the floor at her feet, not wanting to shift away from him enough in order to put it on the table or something like that. Also, she definitely wants to drink another. And another. And another until she can't feel feelings anymore.

Or until this ache inside of her chest is full once more. Either or, Alex isn't really that picky.

"She was hurting me. She was hurting Simon. They'd hurt you. It may not have been rational or logical, but it still makes sense all the same. I mean, I probably would have thought about doing it too." And then not, because she's Alex and that's not who Alex is. Yet anyway. All of this might change them.

"Do you think..." Alex looks down at her own hands for a moment before she lifts her face and her dark and haunted eyes meet his own. "Do you think it's possible that Warren did all of this because he's trying to do something that he doesn't want us to know about? Like this being a diversion or something? I mean he clearly expected that you'd kill me or something when I went to your house." Alex isn't going to fill in that 'or something.' They both know what Azazel was thinking.

"And he knew I wouldn't let you leave Simon to her. That I wouldn't have left Simon to her. Maybe that's what Warren wants: us to chase these people all the way across the globe."