Chapter Twenty-Eight
Isabella
Every time I see Tristen my heart skips a beat.
Then I get nervous. I’ve been anxious to hear if he thought my idea about Nikoli would work or not.
I stand up from the little bench on the terrace and look at him as he approaches.
He has the same look as last night, like he wants me again.
“Hi,” he says first reaching out to touch my cheek.
“Hi.”
“We think your idea might work. It’s a good shot and we’re gonna take it.”
I smile. “I’m glad I was of some help.”
“I think it might be a massive help.”
“Well he’ll know it was me if all goes well.”
“You’re worried?”
I shake my head. “I figured it was best I tell you. I want justice too. I know he’ll come for me, but somehow I feel like he’s waiting for me to do that anyway. He keeps doing things to push me. Wanting me to marry Dmitri was just the thing to break me. I can’t imagine how he would think that would be okay.”
“I wouldn’t have let that happen. Even if I just do that. I wouldn’t have allowed you to marry someone like that because of who he is and um…” his voice trails off.
“And what?”
“Never mind. I’m going away tomorrow for two days. I should be back by night fall on Thursday.”
“Oh… where are you going?”
“Home. Actual home.”
I stare back at him and I realize I don’t know anything about him. I know when this is over, whenever that might be, that will be it. It should be it and we’ll end. I just have that pesky little thing about me that doesn’t want this connection to end.
“Where’s home? Where does Tristan D’Agostino live?”
He smirks at that. “LA. I live in LA in a house similar to this but it’s not by the sea. It’s in the woods.”
“Both sound like you.”
“I… want to show you something.”
“What?”
“It’s outside.”
I press my lips together realizing we’ll be sneaking off again.
“Okay.”
He takes a few steps toward the door I thought was a closet and unlocks it with a key. To my surprise when it opens I feel a draft coming through.
“Does that go outside?” I ask.