THALIA'S POV.
I'm an i***t. Not just an i***t, but also a glutton for punishment. That's the one and only reason I can think of as to why I'm currently standing in the men's section of the boutique, staring at a particular t-shirt that I suddenly felt would look good on Tristan.
Goodness, when will I learn?
When Allana showed me Tristan's black card and said we were going shopping, I considered for a moment if maybe this was a trap set up by Tristan himself.
I mean, it could be he's already looking for a reason to kill me, right?
But then I thought a man as powerful as Tristan doesn't need a reason to kill me. It's not like anyone would be bold enough to question him if I suddenly go missing. Let's be honest; there's literally no one out there who cares or gives a crap about whether o
