Tristan
I pace in my office, still feeling disquieted by Lucifer’s words. Not because I disagreed with what he said but because I could see Giselle’s panic. She’s already skittish enough around me. I don’t want her to panic and run away before convincing her that what we have is real.
I pretended not to be affected by Lucifer’s advice and maintained a serious mien once we left.
I spent the rest of the afternoon tortured by thoughts of how good it felt to make love to Giselle and what I would do if she decided to leave.
Come evening, I am strung so tight that I can barely speak without snapping at one of my people. At one point, Tresh glares at me and invites me to the gym so I can blow off some steam.
“So, what’s got your panties in a twist?” she growls as she tosses me a pair of b
