You get under my skin in ways I can’t explain. It’s dangerous, really — how quickly you’ve become the thought I don’t want to let go of. I tell myself it’s only fantasy… temporary… a spark that should burn itself out. But then your voice. Your words. And the ache comes rushing back, stronger than before. This is Thalia at her most vulnerable — a whispered unraveling, raw with want and danger. Will she fall? Or will she keep trying to resist?