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CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

It hadn't crossed Alexia's mind once that Jason may get his memories back. Which is stupid as hell, because doctor Malone had explained this to everyone a billion times. Numerous scenarios had played in her head and she was truly perplexed when Ryan had called her and filled her in on Jason's newly developed hunt to find out everything that had been happening to him.

To top it off, she realized she wasn't scared. She wasn't angry. She wasn't pissed because of Jason's statement—she was partly thrilled. It was almost like she wanted him to find out, and it just made her loathe herself. If Jason remembered, he would undoubtedly put his life on the line again, and she was not there for it. He deserves a normal life without being stalked and nearly assassinated.

She stood by that.

She also stood by the fact that trying to live without him was hard. Very hard.

So far he hadn't shown up on campus again, but she was certain that he would in the future, and she wasn't ready.

Just like how she wasn't ready to face him again. Alexia shifted her weight from her right to her left leg, awkwardly grabbing the pole on the McCann's porch. It was the first day of June and the sun shone brightly all over the state, lukewarm wind swaying through the air. The breeze was balm and pleasant. Cat had talked Alexia into taking care of herself again, putting effort into her appearance and cleaning up her act. Alexia was hesitant, but promised her sister to try. Cat lend her her clay sport suede Diane Von Furstenberg caracas, matching Alexia's jeans and her Nude Lucy top. In an honest manner, she really wasn't feeling it.

Her appearance just wasn't that important to her anymore. It used to be, but now she couldn't care less about her clothes. There were other things now.

It was almost like Sola could feel the tension. The little Doberman was quiet and still in Alexia's arms, her cropped ears perked up and her claws wrapped around Alexia's arm.

Alexia kept Sola tightly pressed against her chest, softly pecking the top of her head. Sola's warmth soothed her. She didn't want to let go of Sola, but she knew that keeping Sola was unfair to Jason. Even if he didn't know he had a puppy.

Cautiously, Alexia fisted her hand and knocked on the door. Her heart thumped as she took a step back, nervously caressing Sola's fur. Another wave of tepid air hit her, causing her sweaty armpits to increase. It was very unladylike but sweating was natural and right now she couldn't seem to stop.

She knelt down and put confused Sola on the ground. Sola gaped at her with big eyes, her tongue slightly hanging out of her beak. "You're going home, baby. Daddy's inside." Alexia whispered, brushing her back.

Sola's head cocked.

The door flew open and Sola sharply turned around. In a split second, the puppy got up on all fours and whizzed inside. Alexia widened her eyes, also entering the house. "Sola! You can't just do that!" she followed Sola to the living room, her eyes plastered on the dog. "Shit. Bad girl! Bad doggie! Get over here, Sola!"

But Sola was ecstatic. Jason stood in the middle of the living room, bewilderment taking over his entire face, though Alexia depicted a teeny tiny bit of adoration. Sola jumped on her back legs, her paws desperately trying to grasp Jason while she continuously barked and cried. Her tail waggled joyfully, and when Jason crouched down and petted her, she went ballistic. It almost looked like the puppy was crying in happiness.

"God, I'm so sorry." Alexia murmured, "She wasn't supposed to run in like that. You trained her better."

Jason looked up for a mere second, gazing at her with something she didn't understand before he went back to hugging and kissing Sola. "It's fine." He responded, "She's adorable."