Chapter 1273


    "Otherwise, I can''t promise I won''t do something drastic," Lysander''s voice, husky and low, teased the


    delicate skin behind Thssa''s ear.


    Paralyzed by his proximity, Thssa froze. "I''m carrying your child, for heaven''s sake. Don''t mess


    around."


    "I''m aware." His voice was a dark whisper, his nose lightly grazing the tender skin of her earlobe,


    inhaling the subtle scent of her.


    "Just sleep," he murmured, his voice soden with emotion it seemed to drip with intensity.


    The warm breath from his lips tickled the sensitive skin behind her ear, sending a shiver down her


    spine.


    She instinctively tried to shrink away, but as she did, her cheek brushed against his firm, resilient skin,


    igniting an itch in her heart she struggled to ignore.


    Thssa knew he was hurting because of a fire he had stoked himself.


    She shrugged her shoulders, attempting to shake off the arm that held her close.


    Lysander''s raspy voice took on an icy edge, "If you move again, I''ll really do something."


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    A tingle shot through Thssa''s scalp, and she ceased all movement, too afraid to provoke him further.


    "Sleep," came themand from Lysander.


    Did he mean to sleep while holding her?


    He had traveled miles just to hold her as they slept?


    Wasn''t he still angry, suspicious she was out to harm him? Was that anger now quelled?


    Thssa had never been able to fully understand Lysander, nor fathom his thoughts.


    She had assumed sleeping in his embrace would be impossible, yet before she knew it, she had drifted


    into a deep slumber.


    Feeling the woman in his arms rxpletely, her breathing even and defenses lowered, Lysander


    knew Thssa was asleep.


    He gently disengaged his arm, stood to switch off the bedsidemp, theny down beside her, pulling


    her back into his embrace.


    Holding her soft body close, Lysander rxed, his lips resting in her hair, kissing softly. The tension that


    had built up over several days began to dissipate.


    Gradually, he too fell asleep.


    He had gone to the studio that day to pick her up because the kids were moring to see their mother.


    But no sooner had he stepped inside the studio than a prop was hurled towards his head.


    The prop was as heavy as an adult and sharply edged. Had it hit him, he would have been lucky to


    escape with his life.


    Thest time someone had tried to harm him was five years ago, on a helicopter.


    Poisoned and brawling with the assant, he had tumbled into an old, dpidated barn in Hollowbrook.


    How dare Thssa did that, even if it was an ident!


    Yet, learning that she hade to Eldoria and that Callum was there too, his agitation grew


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    The next morning, Thssa stirred from her slumber, attempting to move but feeling bound as if by


    chains.


    She was wrapped in Lysander''s arms, immovable. His embrace was like a cage.