Tryson snapped his eyes up to meet hers. "She talked to you about that?"
Diane had slumped, her elbows on her knees. She ran a hand through her hair and seemed uncomfortable. "Sort of. I mean, it's not like I can blame her. But… looks like she would possibly have a motive to see if she can put some sort of barrier between us."
Tryson shook his head. "She's now not petty like that."
Diane shifted her weight. "She would possibly now not see it as petty. She might see it as… taking her final shot? She sincerely cares for you, Tryson ."
He sighed, wishing this complete situation didn't have to be so complicated. "Well, she's out of luck," he said, pulling Diane 's chin ahead so she had to meet his eyes. "You're my chosen mate, and I'm yours. That's the quit of the story. If she sends a
