Thalassa froze as she saw him. Her body began to tremble uncontrollably, and her heart was racing like a runaway train. Her breaths was shallow and desperate.
Great terror enveloped her whole being.
Lysander strode into the foyer, his presence stirring the air like an unwanted spirit. The pressure seemed to plummet, the air growing dense and tight around them.
As Thalassa locked eyes with Lysander, who descended upon the room like some devil incarnate, she felt as if his icy eyes were vortexes, set to devour her very soul.
Fear seeped into her bones, her heart erratic as a hailstorm in spring — moments of calm shattered by sudden, chilling strikes.
Lysander was closing in, and Thalassa stood petrified. Her limbs forgot their very purpose. Panic clawed its way up from the pit of her stomach.
Suddenly, a shadow loomed before her, severing the intense gaze between her and Lysander.
Callum stepped in front of Thalassa, his handsome face set in a stern line as he squared off against Lysander. "Mr. Sinclair, what brought you to my humble abode so early in the day?"
Lysander's gaze was sharp and cold as steel, a storm of anger swirling in his eyes.
"Taking my woman and children without a trace of remorse, don’t you, Mr. Gordon?" Lysander's voice was a chilling whisper, frost lining each word.
Callum suppressed the dread rising within him and managed a calm exterior. He chuckled lightly, "Ms. Everhart mentioned she fancied a trip. What's the harm in a little tourism?"
He had underestimated Lysander and thought his reach was limited to domestic soil where he had eyes everywhere.
Never did he expect that Lysander's influence was formidable even abroad.
Callum thought that his plan to whisk Thalassa away was flawless and that their escape route was beyond Lysander's grasp.
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