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?

to lurk a

be that Tilda harbored

Rosalynn doubted that.

gaze settled on Lyndon. His presence was striking, clad in a sharp,

the surrounding

have misjudged

E L A ‘s L

Tilda to bear any ill will towards Lyndon,

no mind. She didn’t intend

hesitating, a tinge of embarrassment

eyes met hers with

what of

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