NATALIA
Tristan’s reflexes kicked in instantly.
He caught her by the arms, steadying her before she hit the ground. The moment his hands touched her, Ivy froze. Her breath hitched, a weird expression crossing her face. One part shock, one part… something else I couldn’t place.
“You okay?” Tristan asked, helping her upright.
“I-I’m fine. Thank you, Alpha Tristan. Good Goddess, that was embarrassing,” she stammered, cheeks reddening. She looked down at her untied shoe, then back up at us. “You’re really helping everyone these days, huh?”
Tristan blinked. “Uh… I mean, I guess? I’m just glad I caught you.”
Ivy seemed to realize she was still close… too close. She quickly stepped back, smoothing down her shirt as though it would erase the awkwardness that had just hung in the air.
“Sorry
