Tristan's POV
“You are yet to tell me where you were two nights ago, Tate,” I said as we sat down and joined the others in taking the five-minute rest the trainer ordered, but we left where everyone was to a secluded place where we could see what was happening.
“I don't want to lie to you, Tristan; please stop asking,” Tate said without looking at me.
Guilt made me unhappy. My father wanted me to betray an innocent boy. Tate could not even lie to me and we had only been friends for weeks.
“I knew you were not doing your usual night training because you didn't come back in the middle of the night but came back early morning before anyone woke up in the camp,” I said.
“What is your point, Tristan?” He asked in irritation.
“I just want to be sure you are not doing anything that can j
