The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet (Thalassa and Elowen) novel 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."

Lysander's deep-set eyes flicked to the glass and then back to her. "What about you? Aren't you thirsty?" he asked, his voice smooth yet edged with something she couldn't quite place.

Thalassa forced a smile. "I’ve had some earlier," she replied. "Your saliva, remember?" She trailed off, her tone playfully mocking.

Her attempt 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 to fill the room.