"Don't tell me that you haven't noticed my progress since we first met." Tristan asked smugly.
Adora felt herself growing hot.
It wasn't because of the temperature outside, but rather because of the embarrassment she was feeling.
How could she have let this happen?
Didn't she learn anything from watching his calm demeanor?
And here she was, sitting in front of him with her tail between her legs, like some kind of pathetic victim.
She looked down at her hands. They trembled.
'Why do I feel this way?'
Lily and Lyla took a step closer to Tristan, and they stared down at Adora with glee.
"You see, I'm not just a fighter; I am also a strategist," Tristan said, taking a step forward.
Adora's heart thumped wildly.
She was terrified, but something told her that this wouldn't be so bad.
