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.

offering it

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

had some earlier,” she replied. “Your saliva, remember?”

at humor, meant to needle him, was softened by her warm, impish grin that sparkled like the morning sun-a comforting, penetrating light that seemed

a ripple of something unspoken passing through him. With a deft movement, he lifted her chin. “Maybe you should have another sip?” he suggested, his voice

quickly stepped back to avoid his touch. “No, I’m not thirsty. You drink,” she

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