MORIA
“Tristen assaulted me.”
Tristen lets the door go with a swing. “Oh for crying out f*****g loud.”
Commander pauses, his quill suspended half way in the air as if frozen in time. “Excuse me?”
Tristen scoffs before coming to stand beside me. “She’s dramatic.” Then he narrows his eyes…points at me “…you’re dramatic.” before turning back to Commander and folding his arms across his chest.
“She’s a pesky, annoying inconvenience. I need her out of my house.”
I ignore the stubborn heaviness I feel at his words and fold my arms across my chest too like maybe it might protect me.
As if it could stop me feeling all these annoying things I’m feeling.
I purse my lips and tilt up my chin.
“Hate to break it to you Commander but he’s a brute with anger issues who looks at me like he might
