I sleeps restlessly, after being tired of crying. Woke up early in the morning feeling chaotic. I have to go! Right now I don't want to meet or talk to Alexander at all. I need time to calm down.

I called the Operations Center in London and found many teachers needed at the Pyreness Training Center. Finally had a reason to disappear from Paris.

I was neat at six in the morning and quietly out of the room, Mr. Martin in sight, and immediately left a message for Alex that I was going to training at Pyreness. He asked if I needed transportation, but in a whisper I told him that I used magic gates to move from my room. He just nodded knowingly and was a little confused.

My busyness can divert my thoughts completely. Because I need time to slowly think about what I'm going through now, as well as reduce my emotions that are still volatile.

I missed Alexander's call twice during practice. I simply replied by sending a message that I would return to my room at night when training was over.

I returned the clock via the vortex to my room past ten at night. And don't want to meet anyone.

The next day I planned to go again at 6 o'clock or without breakfast. I did plan to avoid Alexander for a few days even at his own house. I always came home late at night and left early in the morning, I did that for four consecutive days. Only Mr. Martin accompanied me breakfast every morning, he is a good friend to talk.

But on the fifth day Alexander was waiting for me in the breakfast room at exactly six. His clothes were neat, it seemed that he was planning to leave. The dark blue shirt always seemed to fit him, had it not happened yesterday, maybe I would have looked at him as a delicious breakfast plate, but now I hate him so I just look at him without talking.

I was already wearing the legion's black training outfit, I sat in front of him. I asked the waiter for a cup of coffee and my sandwich.

"I'm going to Brussels for a few days. You want to come?" Why did he offer me, wouldn't it be freer if I didn't come. I sneered inwardly.

"No, I have to help training at Pyreness. There are so many students who need help there. We have to prepare for this war. I'll be fine and come back here every night, I'm not going back to London. Besides, Martin and Joanne can accompany me here." I'm talking without looking at him.

I know he's looking at me, somehow I don't even want to see him now. Since that incident, I thought and assumed, whether or not I was going to be a problem for him. I will free Alexander, if he wants to be free, I will also not force anything between us.

If this political marriage had to work, maybe we would live it like strangers, being polite to each other but living on the same roof. And act affectionate when we're in public. I have no problem with that. As long as I don't experience heartache like yesterday. Fluttered and flamboyant with his romantic demeanor but then he threw me to the bottom of the abyss with his treachery right at our engagement announcement, when I was even there. It feels very sick, disappointed, angry and humiliated at the same time.

I quickly finished my breakfast in silence and wanted to get out of here.

"I'm going first, have a nice flight."

I walked away to the room. Alexander followed me to room, but again I don't care.

I entered my room. He followed and closed the door. I turned to look at him, waiting for him to speak.

"I am sorry. I know I wronged you. And that's a big mistake." he starts talking and is standing in front of me now.

"No Alex, you don't have any responsibility for me. We don't have any ties. You're free to do whatever you like. Don't think about me. Just live our life as before. This marriage will continue. You don't have to worry about me messing up. I'm old enough to separate politics and feelings. We can walk without involving any emotions here. We'll talk about our job arrangements later."

I spoke what was on my mind these past few days calmly, even I was surprised that now I say it with a smile.

"Alexa,"

Alexander seems quite surprised by my words. Our views met. My eyes started heating up. I was excited to expect it, but now I will learn to live without caring about it. No I won't cry in front of him. He doesn't deserve that.

I turned around, I think that's enough talking. I cast a spell and opened my vortex going from my room to Pyreness. Shutting the vortex door, leaving him alone with whatever he could think of.

It's been three days at the house alone. I'm glad nothing bothered me. Alex will be back tomorrow and it's Sunday, no training today, I can wake up later and rest. Maybe I can visit a friend who is in Paris today.

I went down to the dining room at 10 in the afternoon. Martin is on the satellite phone, it seems something important. I sat there and listened a little.

"You have to get out as soon as possible, try. I'll try to contact the Lord to ask for help for you." Martin was silent, the lines on his face deepening as he spoke.

Martin looked confused as he hung up the phone. He was back and forth around the room not realizing that I saw him.

"Mr. Martin, what's wrong, who should come out?"

"Miss Alexa, sorry I did not realize you were here. You heard my conversation, do you need something?"

I shook my head, he looked hesitant to tell.

"Tell me Mr. Martin, who should come out?" I urged him.

"Miss okay"

Martin told about a mission to rescue child refugees in a city called Nubl in Syria. Alexander has a special charity organization that works on rescuing refugees, especially women and children from conflict areas. Well, it turns out that apart from his cruel and cold side, he still has a humanist side.

Mr. Martin's son, Oscar has in recent months plunged directly into the conflict zone of Syria war. They have rescued hundreds of children and women several times to their safe camp site in Latakia. However, this time it seemed they were too late to move, Nubl was surrounded by rebel forces who would not give mercy to the refugees, including 15 other volunteers who would be taken hostage. They didn't have enough logistics for the trip to Tartus. And their means of transportation was damaged by a misdirected artillery fire.

I know Syria, the Light Witch Clan also has a humanitarian mission there in cooperation with several UNHCR relief camps. Syria has been the scene of the bloodiest civil war to date. An estimated six million people have become refugees from contested cities in northern Syria mainly around Alleppo. But our base is further south in the city of Tartus.

"I'll help Mr. Martin, give me their satellite phone number so I can trace it. I'll take help there." I immediately made up my mind.

"No Miss, Mr. Alexander will be angry if you get harmed." Mr. Martin shook his head fearfully.

"Mr. Martin, I am a military person and rescue missions like this are nothing new to us. We have an operations camp in Tartus, south of Latakia, my legions there know the terrain they are facing. And my legion is no ordinary Mr. Martin. You can trust me. I can even go to Syria in seconds with a magic gate."

Mr. Martin froze at my explanation.

"But Miss, ..."

"Sir, the more time we waste here, the more difficult it will be to reach them! The rebel troops will be closer! Give the number and let me take care of it!" I needed to press a little to clear his doubts.

"Miss but Mr. Alexander," Martin remained steadfast in his stance.

"I'll take care of Alexander, have him talk to me! Mr. Martin, the number, now! "

"Here it is Miss" he finally wrote down the number.

"Tell them help is coming soon, Mr. Martin. Keep their satellite phone on because I'm tracking their location from Tartus. I'm going back to London. And Alexander, told him to call Daniel Aegis if he was looking for me. Don't tell him before he gets back to Paris."

I need to talk to someone at the London Operations Center right away. And I have to go there first. I quickly opened the vortex to the Aegis International Building in London, a ten-story underground office where all the main controls of clan activity were located. Now there, my brother Daniel should be in charge now.

"Alexa! What are you doing here?" Daniel was surprised to see me suddenly appearing in his office.

"I need to meet the person in charge of humanitarian missions in Syria."

"Syria?! It was arranged by Ali bin Jamshed. He's in his office on the 5th floor. Why do you ask?"

"I need to organize a refugee rescue operation in the City of Nubl near Allepo."

"Allepo?! That's dangerous location Alexa. Refugee rescue operation? You can't penetrate the city of Allepo alone, you need an experienced military support team to go there! Do you really want to go there? Father will not give permission! "

"Yes! Don't tell Dad, you are in charge here"

"You're crazy! How can I let you go there myself! Father will kill me, he will not let you go." Daniel insisted.

"I'll be there Daniel, just give me the main military team. I'm an elite military soldier with experience in the battlefield, you know my abilities, after all Nubl and Tartus are only about 6 hours away!"

"You guys have to get past the military blockade, you think that's easy!? You're going to get me in trouble!"

"We'll use alternate paths, vanishing spells, sleeper spells and take offense if it's urgent, or as well as lift the bus in a vortex. I'll find a way to not be seen. Once we get there, we'll use the vortex to return. There won't be a problem. As long as you close this operation meeting." I'm not taking my pressure off Daniel.

"Look, with or without your support I will go, you choose to help me or not!" He was not going to win against me.

"You are stubborn!" Daniel has hands on his hips, he has given up fighting me.

"You have the coordinates of the place, don't tell me you don't know at all, because I won't want to help you at all! It's like committing suicide if you don't know the coordinates."

"I have their satellite phone number!" I gave the phone number note paper.

"Troublesome! Whose mission is this, why do we have to save them" he still grumbled at length.

"This is Alexander's organization, he doesn't know I'm here, he's in Brussels. It was not him who asked me, but the children of his trusted people who were trapped in Allepo, they had no back up. And the time is urgent, because the rebel forces will soon enter there. We're talking about a 200 women and children, and the dozens of volunteers who will be killed if we don't move now. They hold on as best they can there."

"You must return as soon as possible!"

"Yes, I understand, thanks Daniel. I'll be careful." I smiled broadly.

Meanwhile he picked up the intercom, annoyed that he had no other choice and began ordering the prep for surgery.

"Andrew, start the Second-tier Military Operations system, get the Lambert main team over here. Prepare a special military operation crew now in room 3. Ask Ali bin Jamshed and the operation monitoring team in Syria to go there, we have a mission to rescue refugees in Alleppo. Tell Tartus camp to get ready."

I will save the children.