MORIA
What follows is silence.
Thick, charged, electric.
I think that for a brief moment, we stop breathing.
Then it all happens faster than I can blink.
Callum is on his feet, flying across the table and towards me.
I panic. How could I not?
But I am also sick to death of getting tossed around with no explanation whatsoever.
So even though my brain is screaming ‘No not again’, I brace myself to at least claw out his eyes.
Tristen cuts him off before my heart can even complete one pounding beat of fear, standing in front of me like a large, solid wall and completely cutting me off from Callum’s view.
The muscles of his back stretch the white shirt thin over his shoulders and when he clenches his hands in loose fists by his side, I try to pretend I don’t notice the way the action
