MORIA
We all turn to look at him.
“Now isn’t the time for your games Callum.” Tristen tosses back, his eye narrowing.
But Callum just stares at me with his arm folded across his chest. “I could help. At least momentarily.”
“I don’t think…”
Morgana cuts Tristen off, an edge of annoyance lacing her tone. “Let him help Tristen.”
His jaw ticks. “How?”
Callum is silent for so long that I almost think he hasn’t going to answer.
But then he turns towards me.
“Moria get up.”
I blink at him still reeling from the headache…and Tristen. “What?”
Callum repeats himself. “Get. Up.”
Maybe it’s the way he says it. His voice calm and commanding but I push away from my chair without another word.
He beckons me with two fingers.
“Come here.”
“Callum…”
“Relax Tristen. I’m not going to run a
