Mia's POV

After my tears finally subsided, Tristan pulled back to look at me, his expression serious and concerned.

"Mia," he said gently, "why are you being so soft on them?"

Soft? I don't feel soft.

"What do you mean?" I asked, wiping my eyes with the back of my hand.

"After everything they did to you," he said, his voice growing harder, "you should be demanding their heads on silver platters."

Maybe I should be. Maybe I'm not angry enough.

Tristan's jaw clenched as he continued. "I gave up ...