ZAHRA
I wanted to be mad at Tristan for how he handled things. I really did. But at the same time, I kind of already expected him to behave that way.
“You need to stop doing that,” I told him blankly. He opened his mouth, and I was sure he wanted to ask what? but he held his tongue. Smart decision.
“Sorry,” he acknowledged defeat, though I wasn’t quite sure he felt guilty. “Seeing how Circe reacted sent me into protective mode.”
“I know.” I crossed my arms, my expression unchanged. “And we all remember what you did last time that happened.”
Hurt flashed in his eyes. He stopped trying to argue, simply nodding in understanding as he faced the floor. Well, at least I managed to get the message through to him.
Circe finally turned the lights on to create a more comfortable environment. S
