He stood then, pouring another glass of water and holding it out to her. “Drink, Tessa.” But she didn’t reach for the glass. “I’m not thirsty.” “It will make you feel better. Help clear your mind,” he insisted. “No, thank you.” Theon sighed. “This is not going at all as I had imagined it would,” he muttered under his breath. He rubbed his eyes with his thumb and forefinger before finally saying, “Tessalyn, drink.” She glared at him, having no choice but to take the glass and drink the entire thing before handing it back to him. “Better?” “Oh, yes. It fixed everything,” she retorted, really not
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