Alexandra had removed her headphones looking at them with a cold smirk.

"Who says I was betrayed?"

She looks at Matthew.

"The look on your face."

She shakes her head.

"He didn't have control of it. It wasn't his issue or anything he did. It was the beast inside, that caused this. He committed no betrayal. That's on me. The Phoenix is dead. She died on the cold streets of Paris, early in the morning, standing on love lock bridge. Tears flowing into the river Seine."

Alexandra's ice blue eyes were cold, devoid of emotion.