Alora gritted her teeth so tightly that her jaws hurt. But she hardly noticed how her condition was alerting Tristan.
"Alora, Fuck. You are burning like hell." Alora didn't realize when Tristan touched her arm gently. "The fuck is wrong with this bastard. *sigh* Try to calm yourself and overlook this scene you just witnessed. The bond is only intensi…."
Alora pushed his hand away from herself and glared at him. "Go away. Get out of here!" She ordered him. A frown marred in between his eyebrows as he looked into her hard eyes. He straightened the fine lines on his forehead and shook his head.
"No.. You are not fine, Luna. You look sick and utterly pale. I will talk to my stupid brother but I can't let you stay Alone in this condition. And Trust me, I don't have ill intentions either. Let me stay until he comes.."
