ALTHEA
"Let's go to my play house. . ."
His smirk grew even wider and I could see how excited he was. My body increased its tremors as my heartbeat accelerated. I threw a glance down at the dead man again and resisted the urge to throw up. I could not give Tristan this much satisfaction.
"What were you even doing here in the first place?" He demanded all smiles as he watched me.
I did not trust myself to speak. I did not want to sound as scared as I looked but it was hard to keep a straight face when there was a dead man beside us.
My lips quivered as I inhaled deeply before releasing my breath. "Cynthia asked me to clean it to earn my place," I stated. despite all my efforts, my voice sounded unstable.
He frowned slightly. "Did she?" Was all he said before running his fingers throug
