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Thalassa POV: I woke up the same way I did every morning, which was to say I woke up alone in a big king bed, in a room that was technically mine but never really felt like it, in a house so big you could get lost trying to find the kitchen if you weren't paying attention. The Deveraux mansion. Home to the family that owned half the city and acted like they deserved the other half just for breathing with them. I stretched my arms above my head and stared at the ceiling, which had these hand-painted little angels on it that some Italian guy spent six months creating back when the house was built. Cassian's great-grandfather had commissioned them. Now they just looked down at me every morning with their blank little eyes, judging me for still being here. My phone buzzed. Six thirty in the morning. No messages, of course. There was never anyone to message. My mother had passed when I was seventeen and my father had followed her three years later, like he couldn't figure out how to ex

Cassian POV: I woke up blind again today, which was getting really old really fast. Not that I remembered what it was like to wake up with sight anymore. Eight months of darkness will do that to you, erase the memory of what light even looks like until you start to wonder if you ever really saw anything at all or if your brain just made the whole thing up. But I remembered how it felt to open your eyes and have the world just be there, waiting for you, no effort required. I remembered that feeling, and I missed it with an ache that never really went away no matter how many times I told myself to get used to it, adapt, move on, all that garbage people say when they have no idea what they're talking about. My hand shot out to the nightstand and slapped around until it found the phone. I pressed the button and waited for the robotic voice to tell me the time. "Eight thirty two AM," it said, in that cheerful tone that made me want to throw the phone against the wall. Eight thirty two

Thalassa POV: I spent the rest of the morning in my little hidden room, trying very hard not to think about Elara Vance performing my surgery on my husband downstairs, and failing completely. Every time I tried to focus on something else the patient files on my laptop, the outline for my next book, the grocery list I kept meaning to send to Margaret because we were almost out of the good tea my brain just circled right back to it. Elara Vance. My surgery. Cassian's eyes. All of it tangled together in this knot that I couldn't seem to untie no matter how many times I told myself it didn't matter. But it did matter. That was the problem. I pulled up Cassian's medical files on my secure server. I'd hacked into the hospital system months ago, back when he first got injured, because even though we weren't really married in any meaningful sense, he was still technically my husband and I still had that thing doctors have where we want to fix people even when they don't want us to. I'd be