“It’s a nice name. Very solid, very fitting,” I whispered, wondering now if this was some kind of delusion or something. Maybe I was dead. Or I was dreaming. “Not Alex. Not Xander. Alexander,” he muttered, already sounding like he was regretting his decision to give me that much. Maybe it wasn’t a dream. “Alexander, got it,” I confirmed weakly, reeling and trying to play it cool.
