-IRIS-
"What?" Tristan’s voice cracked, his eyes going feral for a heartbeat.
"Make Mark reject me or accept my rejection," I repeated. "Either way, the outcome is the same."
His shoulders stiffened. "You can’t ask me that."
"You said I could ask you anything. And it’s not like I’m asking you for a severed head."
My reference to Salome’s demands didn’t even register. Or he simply didn’t care. Tristan didn’t even bat an eyelash before speaking again.
"It’s impossible. I can’t do that."
"Can’t, or won’t? There's a huge difference." I raised my chin in defiance. "Let’s be honest here. You’d rather leave me chained to a man who betrayed me than give me a chance at freedom? You’re his Alpha, for f**k’s sake! You could order him to let me go!"
His expression shut down completely, a fortr
