As we traveled, and I got sick of beating Tristan at chess again, I leaned back, and playfully slid my feet over Tyrian's crutch.
He smirked at me over his book, and shook his head, ''Behave.''
''I'm bored, read out loud.'' I requested, but he closed the book.
''It'll bore you more,'' He told me as he started to massage my foot, making me feel a little shy, no one had ever done that for me before. ''Why don't we talk instead.''
''About what?''
''Well, we were wondering what actually happened the day you escaped the fighting arena's.'' Tristan asked me.
FLASHBACK
We moved with a precision born of a shared, silent agony. To the guards on the arena floor, it looked like another day of fighting. They didn't notice the Fae stepping into the shadows of the pillars, their movements fluid a
