Chapter 975

Thalassa snapped back to reality, hurrying to keep up.

After descending from the rooftop, she entered Lysander’s office. As soon as she walked in, the glass door swung shut behind her and locked with an ominous click.

Her body tensed, a primal sense of danger coursing through her veins.

Without warning, Lysander’s hand snaked around her slender waist, pulling her forcefully against his muscular torso. Her forehead collided with his chest, sending her heart into a frenetic gallop, like a startled fawn crashing into a cloud-confused and alarmed.

“Lysander, what are you doing?” she demanded, her voice shaky.

“You,” he responded with a single word, his low, icy voice sending shivers down her spine.

Thalassa’s eyes widened in panic. In a brief struggle, she realized that his grip was unyielding-she was trapped, her body involuntarily brushing against his.

Suddenly, she felt a telling change in him.

she stilled immediately, daring

any struggle seemed only

as the night

quivered at

tonight? Did any man touch you?” Lysander’s

heavy, enough to make

“No one… no one touched

he declared, his tone

voice barely above a

you think?” He tilted her chin up, forcing her to look straight into his penetrating gaze.

heart raced as she thought about what his “checking” might entail. She’d just escaped a harrowing ordeal, and the mere thought of intimacy now filled her with intense

callous as to demand such a

today, and if it hadn’t been

teeth, recalling the sight of Callum holding

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