THALIA'S POV
"Go to hell, Tristan!" I cursed angrily, feeling unimaginable anger pumping and boiling inside of me as I felt my grip tighten on the poor cell phone. However, my frown of confusion emerged when he suddenly broke into a laugh, holding the phone away from my ear for a minute to confirm he was still the one on the line, his laughter resonating loudly through the phone.
What's going on? Why is he laughing? I don't remember saying anything funny. In fact, I'm pretty sure I was way too angry to come up with anything humorous.
"What's so funny? This isn't funny, Tristan. There's nothing amusing about this situation! I don't want to go with you. It's over, Tristan. I can't be with you anymore. I no longer want to be your mate," I explained, my voice coming out weaker than intended
