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It stirred her emotions wild, and they flowed into her voice. When the final notes drifted away and she began a new melody, her favorite voice floated to her.
“Alexa,” Tristan called her softly.
She wiped away her tears and turned to him. Warmth and adoration eclipsed the pain in his eyes, but as he saw her teary gaze, concern lined in them.
“Are you alright?” He stirred, as if wanting to get up and reach out to her.
Her heart warmed at his attempt. She smiled to lessen his worry. “I just got a little emotional. Music has always reached to my depths.”
Tristan’s lips twitched at the corner. “You just made me wish I were music.”
Alexa decided to keep up with the lighthearted mood; anything to distract him. She stole a glance at the doorway and saw that Dr. Knight—Albertwas no longer there. Diverting her gaze to him, she smirked a little.
“You’re a terrible liar.”
Tristan managed to pull together a faux-affronted look. “How so, my lady?”
“You’re an incredible flirt but you say you don’t know how to flirt. Likewise, two days ago you claimed you were no poet and every word that came out of your mouth was poetry.”
Tristan returned the smirk, now looking more at ease. Alexa noticed with relief that the lightning had stopped. “I guess I’m no longer who I thought I was.” He glanced over at the timepiece on the nightstand near his bed. “Your shift begins in ten minutes, Alexa. As much as I’d love to keep you with me, I don’t want to keep you from your work.”
“It’s not like I’m going to be fired for being a little late. My boss knows I have a part in keeping his café going.” She jested playfully.
“He better, or he’ll answer to me.”
Of course.He was her Lightning Knight.
Alexa smiled at him softly, her playful mask dropping. “How are you feeling?”
“Just a little exhausted, but no more pain.” Tristan gave her an assuring smile. “I take back what I said earlier. I want you to come visit me until this storm passes—if you’re still inclined to it.”
Alexa leaned forward in her seat and tilted her head. “No storm can stop me. Like I said, not evenyoucan stop me.” She rose from the stool. “Call me when you’re better, alright?”
“I will.” Tristan smiled, as wide as his exhaustion allowed him. “We have a pending tour of my art, tomorrow.”
“Can’t wait.” Alexa paused in front of the lounge he sat in. She wanted to hug him goodbye, at least take his hand and give it a squeeze—something. But she couldn’t touch him. She saw the same desire burning in his eyes, the intensity in them making her insides tingle in a way she took pleasure in. “I’ll see you, Tristan.”
“I’ll see you too, Alexa,” he murmured back slowly.
Her heart pounded in her ears as she turned and walked to the exit, but before she reached there, his voice stopped her.
“Alexa?”
She turned to him, holding her breath. “Yes?”
“What was that song you played?”
Of course,she wasn’t the only one who felt the impact of the lyrics. “Run to You.”
A grin slowly bloomed into his face. “Thanks for my new favorite song.”
“My pleasure.” Butterflies dancing in her stomach, Alexa offered him one last smile and walked out of his room.
16
Historic Mischief
The thunderstorm ceased in the next two days, but the rain lasted a week. Alexa kept her word and visited Tristan every day after school, staying there until it was time to leave for her shift. He gave her the promised tour of his paintings and of his entire house on the second day of her visit.