~ALTHEA
Tristan tilted his head slightly at me as if he was taken aback by my accusation.
He furrowed his brows at me for a few seconds before he suddenly broke into laughter.
I corked my brows as I watched him. Of all the things that Tristan could have done, he chose to laugh. I scoffed and yanked my arm free from him before folding my arms.
Yet he kept laughing as if I was some kind of clown. When I could take it no more, I shot him another stern stare.
"What is so funny?" I demanded harshly.
The top of my throat burned from trying desperately to bury away my feelings. At this point, I could no longer hide my true emotions. My soul boiled with anger and I wanted to hurt him for making me feel this way.
He finally stopped laughing but his smirk continued to play on his face. "
