Never again.
Regardless of his promise, how did he know? It was not possible for anyone to know. I had not shared that. I always woke up before any of the maids came into this room. While I slept, I found it hard to believe that anyone was outside and that they were paying attention to what was going inside.
I never screamed, never made a noise when I woke up. So how was it possible that Tristan knew about the nightmares?
Worst scenarios came into my mind, and the cutlery dropped from my hands. They made a sound against the table that made me jump.
Pushing the chair away from the table, I kept the napkin on the table, beside my plate before standing up and moving to the door.
Fear grip. Every sense I had to make out any kind of logic from the situation. How did he know? How did he possibly know?
Just as I came in front of the door, my eyes caught the angry red spot on my neck in the reflection that the wood showed me.
