er nose and mouth, and the salt, the suffocating pressure, and the pa

ruggling and le

oat when he saw someone fall into the water

ver and pul

shook his head and said, "The nerve damage is

a woke up, but she could only spend more than a th

tion, she finally regained the ability to walk,

cts, as darkness, enclosed spaces, and even the

evere PTSD and

the deep sea, while Lucien stood at the bow,

o the sea to her recovery, M

ed as a consultant at a top-tier

y from the harbor, away from the underworld,

o seal that past away forever with a ne

ded a private gallery openi

een silk gown, with flawless makeup

an standing before the painting Sea of Night out of

s Luc

e years ago, his profile sharp as if carved, and when his gaze

is pupils shrank sharply, and the g

ed to sta

step feeling as if it lan

, his gaze darkening, and

tried to step back, but her h

nd she could only manag

lanation." He stepped closer, his presence burning yet cold, an

er eyes stinging, and said, "I did

rt to the bone, and said, "Don't tell me you didn't betray me. You did

the surrounding guest

ringing slowly building in her ears. She tried to pull

rcing her into a curtained display alcove in the corner. Heavy velvet curta

wallowed her vision,

ood her nose again, while the pain of chains dr

't... let

over as tears slipped down silently, like

in was pu

s she fell apart. His chest tightened sharply, a

remembering how she had fled five years ago. And now

turned cold, yet he still grabbed Mira's

lurred, tear-filled vision, she saw not

if trying to cast out all the grievance, fea

pained expression, feeling as if someth

't allow hims

he one who wal

right to

his chest, yet he still said coldly, "From today on, you're

stumbling back to her apartment and imm

ere any longer, not

e elevator with her suitcase, two bl

t, respectful yet firm, "Ms. Winslow, Mr. Y

"I'm not goin

Yates said that this time, you wo