Chapter 71 Unveiling The Truth

• There were many unspoken words in Alexander's chamber. An unexpected tiredness settled deep in Dysis's bones after everything that had transpired. Even though the heat from the shower had only slightly reduced the stress in her muscles, a new type of tension replaced it as soon as Alexander carried her out. He moved fluidly across the room, holding her tightly but cautiously, as though she were something delicate—something valuable. Her pulse raced at the juxtaposition between this compassion and his previous fury. When he arrived at the bed, he carefully laid her down, wrapped her in a towel, and moved away.
• "Keeping what little control he still had, he added, "Your clothes are on the bed." "Change."
• Unable to look him in the eye, Dysis nodded. "Don't ever do that again" was the firm command she could still hear in his voice, and she could still feel his warm touch on her flesh. It wasn't until he turned away and left the room that she realised she was holding back her breath. As Dysis put on the smooth clothes Alexander had given her, her fingertips trembled on the fabric. Max was dead, Lucian was injured, and Alexander had nearly died, and the weight of all that had transpired weighed down on her. She was still feeling the effects of the adrenaline, but below it all was one unchangeable fact: she had made a decision. A decision that continued to reverberate within her, its effects still evident.