YELENA

Then suddenly, I turned quickly, too quickly.

My back faced him before my mind could even think about it.

The air behind me felt heavy, warm, and dangerous.

“Take your robe and leave,” I said. My voice sounded stiff.

Behind me, Tristan chuckled, low and annoyingly calm.

“You pulled it off,” he said slowly, amusement thick in his voice. “And now you don’t want to look at it?”

My face burned.

“Tristan, just leave,” I said again. I kept my eyes fixed on the bathroom ...