Tristan's POV
The second Aitana turned away to grab her bag, I pressed Sebastian's contact again. I took a deep breath to steady myself. My own anger was hard to control, but I had to stop him before he made a harsh decision.
He answered before the first ring finished.
"You let her do this?" Sebastian accused me. His voice was a blade—cold, sharp, and deadly.
I exhaled through my nose, keeping my voice low so Aitana wouldn’t hear. "I didn’t know, Seb. Not until five minutes ago."
A beat of silence. Then—
"Bullshit."
Tristan, take one deep breath. You can't lose your temper, too. Sebastian is just angry, and he isn't thinking with his head. I should be the bigger person and not let his comments get to me.
At least that's what I said to myself before I lost my s**t, but Remiel...
