Allison asked, "Where are we?"
Tristan answered softly, "My place."
She frowned, her expression sour. "If you know my name, you're definitely aware of my identity. Why didn't you take me home? Why bring me here instead?"
"If you truly wanted to stay home, you wouldn't have left the villa when you were so weak. Or perhaps you don't consider that place your home!"
Allison was seen through. She stared at him, wondering what his purpose was.
Tristan stood, his eyes scanning her face as he approached. He leaned close, whispering in her ear with a mischievous smile, "Isn't that right?"
Allison felt a tickle in her ear and glared at him in disdain. Was he this flirtatious with all women?
She pushed him away. "Stay away from me!"
He sat before her, a roguish smile on his lips. "That's not
