Alex
Garcia ceased his angry pacing.He could hear approaching voices, and one – he swore – sounded like
Dara’s.
“…table
this discussion until we go to bed…”
Dara’s
conversation continued, but Alex heard nothing past the words ‘until we go to
bed’.
“Alex?”
The
detective stared mutely at Dara.After spending several sleepless nights of imagining horrible fates for
her, there Dara stood; not only unharmed, but seemingly at home.
“Alex,
what are you doing here?”
“That’s
funny,” he finally found his voice.“I came here to ask you the same question.What’s going on, Dara?Why are you here with him?”
He
watched Dara exchange a quick glance with Stefan Cassadine.It was a knowing little look that made Alex feel as though some secret
had been shared that he was not privy to.
“How
did you find me?”
“You
didn’t answer my question.”Garcia’s expression hardened.“What are you doing here with him?”
Stefan
replied as though the question had been put to him.“It is our wedding day,” he informed the detective archly.“Where else would my bride be?”
“…Your
wedding day,” Alex repeated.He looked pleadingly into Dara’s eyes.“This is some kind of joke, right?”
“Alex,
I am sorry things just got… sprung on you this way.I never intended to blindside you like this.”Dara glared at Stefan, who stood beside her with no hint of remorse for
his heavy-handed tactics.“Yes, I did marry Stefan today.And,” she anticipated her former lover’s response, “I wasn’t
drugged or brainwashed or threatened into doing so.”
“Fine.”Alex crossed his arms.“Then explain it to me so that it makes sense.‘Cause I am not going to leave you here with him unless you do.”
