Tristan was alone. There was no derisive nymph around. "Vincent said you wanted to talk to me," I said, stepping inside the archaic room.

He hesitated a few seconds and turned around, his face hard. "This place is more private."

"Where's Esha?" I moved toward him.

"She's in the sunroom."

I stopped several feet away from him, locking my eyes with his. "What's going on, Tristan?"

"Kalista." He stepped closer, opening his mouth to say something. He raised his ...