Surprised by her reaction, Rosalynn and the others could only watch.

Regaining some semblance of calm, Tilda tucked her hair back and, with a ghostly pallor, apologized, “I’m sorry, I’m not comfortable being touched,” before retreating swiftly.

Lyndon’s brow creased in confusion as he watched her rapid exit.

Lips pressed together, Rosalynn was Lost in contemplation.

Larson was Tilda’s last name. Lyndon had called her Miss Larson.

Could it be that Tilda belonged to Skrix’s Larson family?

Were she and Ivy half-siblings?

lurk

that Tilda harbored

Rosalynn doubted that.

His presence was striking, clad in

admiring glances he drew from the surrounding women spoke volumes

have misjudged Tilda’s attitude towards

E L A ‘s L I

to bear any ill will towards

mind. She didn’t

faltered, her lips hesitating, a tinge of embarrassment coloring her

met hers with a

of

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