"Tristan….," Ava called his name softly.
"Not now …," Tristan said while he was driving. He was ready to explode any minute, and he was trying his best to keep his control. He did not want to get distracted and cause an accident.
He drove for some time and stopped to park when he found some large empty grounds. They needed to talk where nobody could intrude, he didn't want to bring her to his house because she might think he was pressuring her.
He got out of his car and walked to the trunk. He needed a little space before he said something mean to her, but Ava wouldn't have it, so she followed him out of the car. She did not like having him mad at her.
"Please talk to me," Ava begged as she pulled on his coat sleeve.
"Ava, do you love Alaric?" He asked her directly, he did not believe in beating around the bush. He wanted to know the truth, even if it could hurt him.
"I….," she stammered and lowered her eyes.
