Chapter 939


    Thssa’s hands were mmy with nerves as she worried about the potential storm brewing within


    Lysander’s ever-unpredictable mood.


    Even Fitch wiped the sweat from his brow, knowing that standing up to Lysander when he was on edge


    was a domain reserved. for the brave-or the foolish.


    Fitch was trembling, bracing for the tempest that was Lysander’s wrath.


    But to everyone’s surprise, Lysander simply massaged his temples and spoke in a deep, resonant


    voice, “Everyone sleeps in their own room tonight and wait for your mom toe tuck you in with a


    bedtime story.”


    “I don’t wanna…” Little Elowen, not quite grasping the meaning behind Lysander’s words, started to


    object.


    Before she could finish, Thssa quickly covered her mouth, gently guiding her towards her room. She


    whispered into her eyes, “Daddy means that Mom wille and tell you a story, but you have to be in


    your own beds, waiting for your turn.”


    Elowen blinked her confused eyes, “Is that what he meant?”


    “Of course,” Thssa reassured her.


    “I’m not sleepy, I wanna stay up for Mommy’s story!” eximed Dorian, bouncing excitedly.


    “I’m gonna take a bath and then it’s story time!” Sophie dered, her little legs hurrying toward the


    bathroom.


    “I’m the eldest, so Mommy cane to mest. I’ll wait up for Mommy and won’t fall asleep,” Atticus


    said, always the most considerate, letting his younger siblings go first.


    In a flurry of activity, the four little ones dashed to the bathroom, eager to wash up and snuggle into bed


    ready for their stories. Thssa stood up, watching the children disappear into the bathroom with a


    smile. Her gaze shifted and met Lysander’s deep eyes, which were sending a shiver through her.


    “I’ll go check on Elowen and Sophie,” Thssa said quickly, seeking an escape.


    After the bath, the kidsy in their beds, their damp skin glistening and soft, utterly adorable.


    Thssa helped Elowen and Sophie into their pajamas, her mood soft and rxed.


    “Mommy, I wanna sleep with you and Sophie tonight,” Elowen said in her sweet, coaxing voice as she


    dressed.


    Sophie nodded in agreement, “Yeah, together.”


    Thssa’s smile was warm, “Of course, you can. Get dressed and hop into bed, I’ll be right there with


    a story.”


    “Okay,” the little onesplied obediently, climbing into bed and settling down.


    With a storybook in hand, Thssa began the nightly ritual of the bedtime story.


    Her voice, soothing as a luby, easily lulled the children into rxation.


    Before she could finish the tale, Elowen and Sophie had drifted off to sleep.


    Thssa tiptoed to the room where Dorian and Atticus were sharing for the night.


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    Seeing their mother, they quickly scrambled to sit up, their eyes filled with sleepy anticipation.


    “Mommy, we’ve been waiting for you,” Dorian said with a sleepy rub of his eyes, his soft voice sounding


    faint.


    Atticus, too, rubbed his eyes. Despite his strong will, he was still just a child and it was nearing ten


    o’clock-way past their usual bedtime.


    Thssa’s heart swelled with affection, “I’m here now. Lie down, and I’ll read you a story.”


    The boys obediently settled back down as Thssay beside them, reading a story to them. Within


    moments, she heard their steady breathing.


    She stopped reading, a smile curling her lips, and whispered, “Goodnight, my little ones.”


    Rising gently, Thssa returned to the master bedroom, relieved to find Lysander absent. She found


    some clothes in the wardrobe and headed to the bathroom for a shower. Just as she was about to


    close the door, a firm force stopped it. Thssa’s breath hitched.