“Thalassa, please, can we talk?”
Zeke instantly grew annoyed and stepped forward belligerently. “Lassa doesn’t have anything to talk to you about.”
Kris gnashed his teeth. The bastard hadn’t had enough with controlling his sister’s life; now he wanted to control Thalassa’s life too.
“I don’t remember you being her spokesperson,” Kris gritted out before looking at Thalassa again. “Thalassa, it will only take a few seconds, please.”
She made no attempt to move away from the car. “If it will only take a few seconds, then you can say it from where you’re standing.”
Her voice lacked everything—no coldness, no warmth, nothing. Kris swallowed hard.
“I just... I just wanted to remind you that you have to go down to the station to file charges since you’re the one who was assaul—treated that
