"How did the date go?" Tristan asked.
I shot Tristan a glare as I strode past him into my office, slamming the door behind me. "It wasn’t a date," I growled, my voice low and edged with irritation.
Once we were inside the office, I let out a breath, and he leaned against the wall with his arms crossed.
"So?"
"I told you to be careful, dammit," I grunted. "People don't know that I went to the castle to see her; they must think Arlen and I hate each other."
"I know," he replied with a smirk. "There was a maid around; I wanted her to hear that you went to the castle; that way, your father knows that you have talked, and he will come. Then you can tell him Arlen told you to f**k off.
"He always thinks of everything," Draco commented.
"Yeah, he does, which is why he is my friend."
