YELENA

I set the glass down with a soft click, my hands suddenly clammy.

Had I seen that, or was the fatigue finally playing tricks on my mind?

Was I hallucinating, or was there something hidden behind those eyes that he hadn't yet dared to show me?

The silence stretched between us, heavy and suffocating.

I didn’t dwell on the strange flicker of violet I’d seen in Tristan’s eyes anymore, though the unease it sparked in my gut refused to settle.

It sat there, a cold, jagged ...