Thalassa didn't glance back; she merely hesitated for a moment before continuing on her way. She knew better than to trust Isabella's words. Falling for her tricks only brought trouble.

Seeing Thalassa ignore her completely, Isabella's frustration boiled over. "Thalassa, I know you don't believe me, but why don't you do a little digging? Ask Lysander himself if there's a Harper in his life!" Isabella yelled after her, but the only response was Thalassa's retreating figure becoming smaller in the distance.

Lydia, having had enough, approached with a scowl. "Get out of here, will you? I'm about to lock up!"

Isabella shot Lydia a venomous look before storming off, her heels clicking angrily against the pavement.

By the time Thalassa returned to Starhaven, the sun was already beginning to set. She didn't rush back to Royal Estates; knowing Lysander, he wasn't home yet anyway. Sitting in her car with the window rolled down, a breeze carried the scent of spring and an unexpected wave of melancholy.

Passing a flower shop, Thalassa had the driver stop. She picked out a bouquet and then instructed him to drive to the cemetery. Seeing Isabella had dredged up a tsunami of memories, leaving her feeling blocked and heavy-hearted. She needed to visit Leopold.

couldn't help but feel a pang of sorrow. She had always hoped, against all odds, for Leopold's happiness, even

voice tinged with pain,

Lysander," a voice suddenly

towards the

a slender

front of a grave, her demeanor scholarly and elegant. It was Rosalind! Rosalind was at a grave two plots away from Leopold's. Thalassa had been so focused on her own grief she hadn't noticed

eyes met, Rosalind's sorrowful expression

here to stir up old

Rosalind stood, confronting

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