It had been three years, and yet when Kris grabbed her by the arm, Thalassa felt the same current as before. It irritated her because she wanted nothing to do with it.
“I don't appreciate being touched without my permission, so let go of me, Mr. Miller. And what did you call me?” she said calmly.
Kris narrowed his eyes at her. He'd felt her tense up when he called her Thalassa, but now he wasn't so sure, hearing the nonchalance in her voice. He wished he could see the expression on her face, but the damn mask she was wearing made that impossible.
Reluctantly, he let go of her arm. “I don't like how you spoke to my mother.”
“And how did I speak to her?” she asked.
“You were rude,” he pointed out.
Thalassa gritted her teeth. He knew the kind of woman his mother was and yet still defend
