The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel Chapter 1364

Thalassa fought to contain the fear and pain welling up inside her, convincing herself that Lysander had merely fallen asleep.

She called out to him, certain he would awaken.

But no matter how loudly she called his name, there was no response.

Her hands, wrapped around his back, felt a warm, sticky liquid. Even without looking, she knew it was Lysander’s blood.

Before he had collapsed, his mouth had been oozing fresh blood.

Her cheek brushed against his, still warm to the touch, his skin firm and masculine as ever.

Trembling, Thalassa cradled Lysander's face in her hands, gently lifting his head to face her. Through her tear-blurred vision, she saw blood flow from a gash on his head, cascading across his thick brow, past his handsome eyes, and even trickling down his nose to his lips.

The scene was a dagger to Thalassa's heart, the pain so intense it threatened to suffocate her. Yet, a sliver of hope lingered – Lysander was just injured, merely unconscious, and he would recover.

Her breath caught in her throat, and with shaking hands, she reached out to feel his breath.

The robust, deep breaths of the past were now so faint they were almost imperceptible.

Realization struck; her hand froze mid-air, her pupils dilated, and her body became rigid as tears momentarily forgot to fall.

Then, an agonizing pain spread from her core, threatening to tear her apart.

"No! Lysander, don’t die! Please don’t!"

A heart-wrenching cry tore from Thalassa's depths, a cry of unbearable pain.

Clutching Lysander's lifeless body, she struggled to sit up, cradling his limp form in her arms, sobbing uncontrollably, her voice choked with tears. "Lysander, I’ll take you to the hospital. Please stay with me, don’t you dare sleep..."

Her entire body shook as she attempted to reach for her cell phone to call for an ambulance, but the fear of leaving Lysander alone, even for a moment, paralyzed her.

"Thalassa, don't panic. I’ll call for help. Just stay calm," an elderly neighbor reassured her while dialing emergency services.

"Thank... thank you..." Thalassa's voice shook.

As she spoke, Lysander's body slumped backward, his unconscious form offering no resistance.

Realizing he was about to fall, Thalassa pulled him closer, her hands trembling as she held him tight, their foreheads touching. His blood smeared over her, but she did not care in the least.

Through misty eyes and a body chilled with fear, Thalassa whispered, "Lysander, the doctors will be here soon. Just hang on. Don't give up, or I'll never forgive you..."

In the sky, Susan maneuvered the helicopter with a distant detachment, dropping bombs on Thalassa's villa. She watched as Thalassa's home crumbled, no one emerging from the wreckage.

The sky was a haze of dust and debris, obscuring her view of the aftermath. But she was certain no one inside could have survived.

She had never flown a helicopter before, having spent just half an hour learning. It seemed her crash course had paid off.