NEW LOCATION: PARIS, France The morning had slipped by in quiet stillness, and by afternoon, the sky had turned overcast, releasing a soft, steady rain. The room was unusually peaceful, filled with the muted hush of summer rain streaming down the floor-to-ceiling windows. Tarzan had been awake for hours. He sat comfortably against the headboard, one leg stretched beneath the covers and the other bent slightly, a book resting open in his hands. But every so often, his attention drifted from the page. To Lena. She was still asleep beside him, barely having moved all morning. She lay curled beneath the blanket, her hair fanned out across the pillow in a messy halo. Every time he glanced at her, a smile tugged at his lips. She had slept through the entire morning, and he hadn't had the heart to disturb her. After last night, she certainly needed the rest. Still, he had quietly prepared a meal for when she woke, making sure something warm would be waiting for her. Eventually,
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