Alyssane faintly heard the waves whispering.
Their sound as distant as she felt, her feverish mind struggled to hold on to reality, slipping in and out of consciousness. The sea salt mingled with something else—a scent she couldn't place, yet it felt achingly familiar.
'Kazmun?'
She could feel the slightest brush of his arms around her, everything else felt too far away.
And before Alyssane could try to wake up, and make sense of anything, a disorienting sensation coursed through her mind, something cold and frightening that made her subconsciously sink into the warmth of his arms.
Alyssane felt his hold so secure, his breath so steady...
She had no strength to form any thoughts for longer, a nauseating wave of emptiness devoured all other senses.
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It was too dark.
