Lyssa POVThe next morning, I see Zeta in my room.Zeta, sitting in the armchair by the window, already dressed in a crisp shirt and slacks, his dark hair neatly combed. He looks up from his phone, his expression softer than the cold look he wore when he left last night.“How was your night?” he says quietly, setting his phone aside. He stands and walks over to the bed.I sit up, pulling the covers around me, my heart pounding a little. “Zeta? How did you get in?” I ask, remembering I’d locked the door last night.He reaches out, hesitating before gently touching my hand. “I’m sorry about last night.”I say nothing, watching his face. His eyes are sincere, no trace of the anger from before. “Percy’s just a friend, Zeta. He was being nice.”He sighs, running a hand through his hair. “That’s exactly why. I want you safe, Lyssa. These UK men, they’re players. They see a beautiful woman like you, new in town, and they think they can charm their way in, use you, hurt you. I couldn’t stand
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