Thalassa let out a sigh, finally finding a somewhat comfortable position for her legs, when the doorbell rang.

She hurried to the door, expecting her aunt, a smile blooming on her face, "Aunt Clara, how was your day with—"

Her greeting was cut short at the sight of David standing at the doorway, pushing a wheelchair. Seated in it was a presence too imposing to ignore. It was Lysander!

His striking features, noble as a marble statue, seemed to command the elements, his aura icy and unapproachable.

Seeing Lysander, Thalassa's smile vanished, her nerves tightening, a wave of anxiety washing over her. "Lysander, what brings you here?"

Lysander's dark eyes lifted to her. She was in a nightgown, her hair damp, a mist of water vapor wrapping around her. Her dark hair draped over her pale cheeks, creating a stark contrast, like a lily fresh from the water.

Just the sight of her like this made Lysander's gaze darken, his throat tightening.

Without responding to Thalassa, Lysander glanced behind him.

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slightly tense, offered, "I'll get you a cup of tea." "No need. Come,

voice carried an authority that was hard to

home, Thalassa found herself drawn by his commanding presence,

on her leg, alarming in its intensity. His eyes narrowed, "Did

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had asked if she was hurt, and she had

had lied! The

Thalassa hastily pulled down her dress to cover

firm grasp, his hand warm and strong, a touch

beat, freezing her actions, as she looked up into Lysander's intense

avoiding my questions?" Lysander's voice, deep

even notice when he had wheeled closer, his presence overwhelming, his breath warm on her

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