THE PRESSURE
Elora’s POV Elora doesn’t mean to stare. But she notices the shift — the way Mera’s posture changes, the way Casper’s attention locks in without being obvious. It’s subtle. Almost easy to miss. Almost She nudges Lysander lightly. “Do you see—” He’s already looking. “Oh yeah,” he murmurs, amused. “There’s definitely something there.” Elora smiles, soft and knowing. “I had a feeling.” Lysander glances at her, eyes warm. “Looks like I met you for a reason.” She scoffs quietly. “You’re ridiculous.” “Accurate,” he agrees, then leans in anyway, kissing her with unapologetic affection — lingering just long enough to make her laugh. “Elora,” she whispers, pushing lightly at his chest. “Not here.” He grins, completely unrepentant. “Worth it.” She shakes her head, smiling despite hers
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