Just one more week of Annalise, before we switch to Athena.
I swear I’m getting somehwere, but for the moment, well, that somewhere is inside of Athena’s head.
I was dressed for dinner and on my way down to the ball for Marina’s winter festival when I saw Tristan. I walked over to him and swallowed.
“You’re going?” I whispered.
“Yes,” he said softly, I took his hands. “Soon, at least, I knew we’d discussed it, but everyone is back now, and,” he sighed, “I don’t know exactly when, it depends on my grandfather.’ I nodded and hugged him tightly.
“I know why you have to go,” I whispered, “but I wish I could change it.”
“Lisette,” he said softly. “Don’t tempt me.” I looked up at him. “Of course you can’t help it.”
“Hello you two,” Athena said, “Tristan, The General wants to speak to you, something he wants done when you go up North.” He nodded and we let go. “You know he’s going tonight?”
“Yes,” I whispered, “I mean, I gathered. What do you need?”…
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