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Tristan crouched low once he arrived at his destination, his concentration trained mainly on the two women who were yet to notice his presence as well as the guards. He could not allow himself to lose focus and turn to the raging battle between brothers only a few ft away.
Everyone had their assigned roles and the plan depended on each of them fulfilling their assignments. Tristan trusted his lover's ability to win their battle. He would not allow himself himself be defeated.
"Please, you have to let me speak to him! I can stop this."
Robin pleaded with the Guard holding her, her words seemingly not registering with the stoic Faerie who held her arm in a vice grip.
"Doing all that is futile, Robin. Besides, why the hell would you want to help that asshole?? Please don't tell me yo
