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 not to

any struggle seemed only to heighten the

fathomless as the night sky, exuding an invasive, predatory

at the sight.

tonight? Did any man touch you?” Lysander’s voice was dangerously

around him felt oppressively heavy, enough to make one’s teeth

shook her head frantically, “No

check,” he declared, his

asked, her voice barely above a whisper.

He tilted her chin up, forcing her to look

just escaped a harrowing ordeal, and the mere thought of intimacy now filled her with intense dread and

as to demand such a thing from her at this

and if it hadn’t

the sight of Callum holding

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