I had always been grateful for Tristan to save me. After that, not so much because of how the turn of events had turned out to be.
I stood up and got out of my chair. Maintaining some distance between us as I turned to look at him. "I have always been grateful for the fact that you saved me. There is nothing more that I can ask you after that. But I don't want you to reconsider all of this."
If he went ahead with what he had decided, a lot of us would change between us. I did not want to be turned nor did I want to get married to someone who drank the blood of others. It would kill me to do so, knowing that the man I married to someone people feared.
He sighed, Appearing to be tired with a conversation before leaning against the table. "and what must I reconsider in lieu of? Killing you for treason? Is that what you expect me to do in return?"
