Tristan took a step forward, his eyes blazing with rage. "Let go of her," he said, his voice low and threatening.
His strong presence filled the room, and my heartbeat increased in my chest. Alison's friends' grip on me loosened, their hesitation visible. A wave of relief and gratitude washed over me as I looked at him.
He took a step closer, his frame radiating authority. "I said, let go of her."
As their hands reluctantly released me, I stumbled back into Tristan's comforting embrace. His strong arms wrapped around me, providing safety amidst the chaos. I looked up at him, my eyes filled with a mix of awe and gratitude.
"What is the meaning of this?" Tristan's voice boomed, his gaze piercing into Alison's. His words echoed through the room, demanding an answer.
“What do you mean by
