TRISTAN
“Get out of my way, Tibet.”
“If you chase her now, you’ll only make it worse. She’s hurt, Tristan. Give her space.”
“I don’t have time for this!” I snapped, trying to push past Tibet, but he shoved me back.
“Think for once,” he hissed. “If you go after her, what are you going to say?”
I gritted his teeth, my breathing ragged. I knew Tibet was right, but the thought of Selene hurting, of her thinking I had betrayed her, made my stomach twist.
I turned sharply, stalking out of my office but in the opposite direction from Selene.
Tibet followed me, and we found ourselves in my room, the room I should be sharing with Selene.
I ran a hand through my hair as I paced back and forth across the length of my room for what felt like the hundredth time, my frustration mounting with ev
