~~Raya’s PoV~~
When Tristan and I are alone together in our room that night, preparing to go to bed, he tells me what Bertie said about putting his fingers in Rachel’s ears and nose. The absurdity and the complete unexpectedness of it are more than I can take, and as I picture the scene, I begin to laugh, and soon, I can’t stop. My laughter makes Tristan laugh as well, a proper, uncontrolled laugh like I have never heard from him before, and it makes me laugh even harder. We feed off each other until there are tears streaming down my face, my sides hurt, and I am afraid the guards are going to come check and see what is happening. They must think we’ve lost our minds.
Finally, we get ourselves under control again, the last few giggles escaping from my lips as Tristan unties the laces of
