Aitana's POV
"Aitana," he called, startling me.
What was Tristan doing here?!
Sebastian told you he would stop by later to discuss something with him. My mind reminded me.
Oh... yeah, right. Ha, ha.
That still doesn't explain why he came to my room, though. I thought later.
"Tristan?" Damn, that sounded more like a question. I cleared my throat. "Tristan, good evening."
He scratched the back of his head, as if he were nervous. "I, uh, wanted to say hello."
Yeah, no kidding.
"Sebastian told me you were coming; he must be waiting for you." I was about to close the door, but he had put his foot on the doorstep. "Is there something else I can help you with?" I asked politely.
"Actually," he said. "I'm here for you."
I stiffened. "Excuse me?"
Is he going to take me back to
