TRISTAN
“s*x kitten, of all the—”
“You heard me. Now eat. I won’t force you to be alone with me.” I tip my chin behind her. She turns around and sees Fleming and Will walking towards us.
She turns back to me. “Thanks.”
“Thank you for wearing my gift.”
Her eyes flutter wide open and she self-consciously touches the moonstone, but then my boys have arrived and she doesn’t have time to say anything to that. Of course, that was my intent.
I want her to think about her actions without any time to prevaricate from the truth or make excuses. I want her to know I see her.
And I really do want her to know it’s okay to accept my gifts, that nothing will be forced on her, there are no obligations here.
She’s a feral little kitten, and I want her to start coming to me voluntarily, not just whe
