Zephyr's move was a real stroke of genius, pulling the rug out from under them. Rosalind couldn't help but feel a secret thrill, though she kept her face neutral.

"It's my fault, really," she said, "I've overworked you. Once we're back, you should just rest."

Lysander didn't say a word, and Rosalind, picking up on the cue, fell silent as well.

Thalassa had already turned down Callum, insisting she didn't need a ride from him. But he was adamant about taking her home.

It was her own fault for not driving today. Thinking she might indulge in a few drinks, she had opted for a cab ride to avoid driving under the influence. Little did she know, this would become Callum's excuse to offer her a ride back.

Sitting in the backseat, Thalassa watched the scenery flash by in reverse through the window.

Callum, behind the wheel, occasionally glanced at her through the rear-view mirror. Noting her melancholic gaze out the window and the furrow in her brow, he said, "It's been three years, but you seem even thinner than before."

His words, floating in the quiet of the car, pulled Thalassa back to the moment. She blinked, her eyelashes fluttering slightly, and replied, "I'm about the same, actually. But you, you've recovered well, looking even more dashing."

"Thanks for the compliment," Callum said, a smile in his eyes. "How are things with you and Lysander?"

the same," Thalassa replied instinctively, turning her gaze back to the window, reluctant

the brakes hard, causing Thalassa to lurch forward. She quickly steadied herself against the seat, asking worriedly,

an accident up ahead. The road's

now lay on the ground, while the driver had stopped and was trying to

a halt, a line of vehicles behind

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tried to reason with the person on the ground, offering to take them to the hospital for a comprehensive check-up and

car

my driver has already offered to take you to the hospital for

I'll check myself. How do I know you're not in cahoots with the doctors? They might say I'm fine. Then, if I get sick later, who do I turn to?" The person on the ground was a woman, her voice loud and clear despite

look like you're hurt that badly to warrant fifty

the car window, Thalassa could see clearly that the passenger

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