Chapter 1269

Thalassa couldn’t help but feel a twinge of fear at Lysander’s icy gaze, which pierced through her like a blade of winter. She quickly averted her eyes and scurried towards the kitchen where a glass of untouched water sat next to the kettle.

“I’ll get you something to drink,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper.

Thalassa reached for the glass, intending to hand it directly to Lysander, but hesitated. Her hand paused in mid-air before she opted for an empty glass instead, filling it with fresh water from the tap.

The abandoned glass had been filled for Callum just moments before Lysander’s arrival. Given Lysander’s disdain for anything remotely associated with Callum, even sitting on the same sheets, she dared not offer him a glass intended for another man. It wasn’t worth risking his wrath on the off chance he would find out.

She approached Lysander with the new glass of water, offering it to him with a tentative smile. “Here, have some water.”

the glass and then back to her. “What about you? Aren’t you thirsty?” he asked, his voice

earlier,” she replied. “Your saliva, remember?” She trailed

by her warm, impish grin

room.

something unspoken passing through him. With a deft movement, he lifted her chin. “Maybe you should have

recognized that intense look in his eyes-no one knew it better than she did. The fear returned, and she quickly stepped back to avoid his touch. “No, I’m not thirsty. You

better mood. Lysander was a real tiger,

without a word, his long, masculine neck working with each swallow. Thalassa watched, transfixed by the sight, feeling a

his expectant stare snapping her back to

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