Aitana's POV
Tristan? I... I thought she was fine, but that smug look on her face, like she had won, made me freeze.
"Where's Tristan?" I asked Sebastian.
"At the border, facing the rogues they brought, girasol," He replied, still focused on Eos.
We shouldn't lose sight of her. She had been a Goddess, and still had that dark energy on her favor.
"Tristan is fine for now," Haniel replied. She probably went to talk to Remiel. "The rogues are not so difficult to deal with."
She laughed then, a sound like shattering ice. "Oh, he's facing more than just a few rogues, my dear. He's facing the culmination of a very long, very patient plan."
Sebastian’s growl was a low, vibrating threat in his chest, but my own heart stuttered to a stop.
How the hell did she hear Haniel? I wondered.
