MORIA
We hear it at the exact same time.
A key turning in the lock of the front door.
The spell breaks like a mirror fracturing out from its center into a thousand pieces.
Tristen steps away from me.
One step and then another.
His face shutting down and becoming that unreadable mask of cold indifference.
That’s all it takes to make me come back to my senses.
It feels like stepping out of a fog.
One that leaves me flushed and reeling and utterly unsure about what the f**k had just almost happened.
I just…I had almost…
I want to slap myself.
What is wrong with me?
Throwing myself at him like that.
Like he hadn’t made my life miserable from the second we met.
Like he hadn’t stated in clear terms exactly how he would kill me if I did anything to endanger them.
“…like looking
