My hand fell to my side quickly, as if someone had slapped it down. Tristan held my back firmly against his chest, dropping a kiss on my exposed neck.
“A s-s-s-urprise?” I stuttered, trying to reconcile between his declaration and the shock in front of me. Why was there a book about Christian? What was his betrayal? Who had he betrayed? It couldn’t have been Tristan, or he wouldn’t be in the depths of this castle…right? Confusion kept me from registering the fact that Tristan hadn’t stopped working his way up my neck with kisses, his lips grazing my ear.
“You’re distracted,” he murmured, calling me out. Ross and James’ warning rang out in my mind and I turned to face Tristan.
“I’m nervous.” It wasn’t a lie; the dinner we were about to attend had me anxious. Sarah had coached me on proto
