“Tristan!” I shouted, as I jolted up with a start. Through the haze of tears, I looked around in panic. Tearing my hair; gasping and stumbling as I tried to get out of the covers in a hurry.
“Ayame, careful.” A strong pair of arms caught me before I slipped down the bed. “I am right here.”
I raised my head slowly; my ears still buzzing with that smooth, caressing voice. A sharp stroke seared through my heart; making it congest painfully. “Tristan…. You are okay….” My breath hitched and my voice got choked. “I thought…”
He grabbed my hand and pressed it to his chest, his lips spreading into a wry smile. “As you can see, I am perfectly fine.”
“Thank God.” The pressure in my chest eased as the air left my lips as a forceful gust. “When I saw you drink that wolfsbane… I…” Tears rolled d
