Tristan and two men were walking through the pentice, four Elites trailing behind them. The men wore identical outfits, grey shirts with navy blue pants and navy blue capes. A dragon was embroidered on the capes in silver thread. They appeared engaged in conversation while Tristan listened. Like a rabbit trying to avoid the wolf, I stayed perfectly still. The wolf, however, turned and looked directly at me. He said something to his companions before starting toward me.
No man who was planning on sleeping with another woman had the right to look as delicious as Tristan did. Khaki colored pants clung to his leg muscles. His light blue shirt was tucked in with a scar peeking out of the v-neck. His sleeves were rolled up exposing his forearms. The royal collar, three cords cast in gold braid
