Sophia’s P.O.V

I watched in pure amusement, arms folded over my chest, as Tristan—who had been standing there like a statue the entire time, mouth agape and eyes wide as if someone had just yanked the sky from over his head—suddenly snapped back into himself like someone had flipped a switch. One second he was paralyzed, and the next, he was lunging forward, wrapping Gabriella into his arms like he had to shield her from me, the big bad wolf.

“How can you be so ...