Thalassa spun around, and there was Spencer, sporting a crisp blue shirt and slate-gray slacks, striding toward her with a plump chicken in his grasp.

Relief washed over Thalassa as she greeted him, "Spencer, did you go grocery shopping?"

Spencer?

The name struck Alaric like a hammer to the heart, his steps faltered, and he turned, the carefree smirk wiped clean off his face.

Indeed, Spencer approached, a lively hen clutched in his hand.

Alaric's gaze fixed on the chicken's clucking beak, a shiver running down his spine, his skin crawling with goosebumps. Rooted to the spot, paralyzed with dread, he couldn't move an inch. Since childhood, Alaric had harbored an irrational fear of beaked creatures, chickens most of all!

And now, as fate would have it, Spencer was parading the very object of his phobia. Alaric felt trapped, his blood running cold with alarm.

soup for Hertha-help with

added, "Mr. Falconer, you missed out on the meal last time. Stay for

Confronted with the chicken's beak, Alaric's deep-seated fear

on earth had

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into her hands, his voice quivering with

Alaric fled to his car, revved the engine, and sped off, leaving a trail

stood there, baffled. "What

always suave and

was comical, really, and Thalassa couldn't help but want to laugh,

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