Aitana's POV
"Tristan wants to talk to me?" I asked in disbelief.
I had already stood up from the hammock, ready to get back inside. Sebastian, of course, helped me. One of his hands was resting on my hip, while the other held my hand.
Sebastian's grip on my wrist tightened slightly, his crimson eyes darkening. "Later," he said, his voice rough. "He knows you are resting."
I pulled my hand free, ignoring the way my skin tingled where he'd touched me. "If he wants to interrogate me, then fine, I don't want to cause more trouble for you and your people."
Sebastian clenched his jaw. "Okay, I will tell him to come, but after you are in bed."
I nodded. After all, I also preferred to be in bed to be questioned. Tristan will not try anything here, and if this can help Sebastian, the so
