The Billionaire’s Secret Quartet novel Chapter 851

Heat hung heavy and thick in the air.

It tantalized Thalassa's senses, causing her taut heart to skip a beat.

No one understood Lysander's current state better than she did.

Her internal alarm bells were sounding, but she was paralyzed and frozen in place.

In silence, she held Elowen’s soft and little body in her arms. Behind her, Lysander's broad, heated chest enveloped her; his arms were wrapping around her, and his hot breath was falling on the nape of her neck.

She was torn between protecting her precious baby and the imminent danger of the beast that could tear her to shreds at any moment.

Time ticked away.

Elowen grew softer in her arms. She had fallen asleep.

And behind her, Lysander's burning presence didn't diminish. She had no clue if he was asleep or not.

Thalassa attempted to move, but a low, magnetic male voice stopped her.

"Regret not attending his funeral?" His voice was laced with a hint of bitterness.

Thalassa, who was going to move, suddenly froze; her nerves were on edge.

Lysander's sudden question left her puzzled and alarmed, unable to decipher his intentions or his current state of mind.

Leopold Sinclair, his nephew, was dead. Didn't that affect him?

"Answer me!" Lysander demanded when she didn't respond.