12-20-2021, 02:48 AM
Tristan huffed and felt the push backward. He looked down, shocked with Thalia’s defiance. It was an iron will that her finger pierced. He knew what she looked like too, but unlike Thalia, Tristan saw two versions of her. There was the girl standing in front of him, eyes flashing angry and determined, but there was another version of her. A beautiful, glowing creature that enticed and enthralled.
She called his bluff. He’d not actually tie her to a tree nor really impede her beyond threats. “Let me go first. Let me talk to her,” he said.
She called his bluff. He’d not actually tie her to a tree nor really impede her beyond threats. “Let me go first. Let me talk to her,” he said.