YELENA
I hit the table, hard enough to make the wood thrum under my palm, but he didn’t stop. Tristan kept walking toward me like I was some challenge he had to conquer, and my chest tightened with something I didn’t want to name. What was wrong with him? Why wasn’t he scared of me?
“What are you doing… Tristan?” I asked, my voice trembling but laced with a mix of irritation and something else I wasn’t ready to admit. He smirked, that damn smirk that made my knees weak, and before I could even blink, he lifted me off the floor. My eyes went wide as my stomach flipped, he carried me like I was weightless, and the world spun just a little too fast.
He leaned me against the table, close enough that I could feel the heat of him radiating toward me. His breath fanned across my face, and I s
