SELENE
Tristan turned to me, his eyes softening as he stared at me.
"I'm so sorry," he said, his voice low and husky. "I'm so sorry that I didn't protect you."
"You didn't protect me?" I repeated in confusion as I looked up at him. "Tristan, that wasn't your fault, Tibet didn't mean to hit me."
Tristan's eyes flashed with anger again as his mind replayed Tibet's fist smacking into my face.
"That's not what I'm talking about," he said. "I'm talking about Nancy. I'm talking about how I didn't tell you about her, how I didn't break things off with her when I should have."
Tristan was actually apologizing, actually taking responsibility for his actions? I felt extremely surprised.
"Tristan, I..." I started to say, but he cut me off.
"No, Selene, let me finish,” his jaw clenched, frustr
