Shocked and terrified gasps flew through the room. Tristan smirked at the terrified reaction of his family, but his eyes were glaring daggers at them.
"T-Tristan!" Norah cried out, clutching her heart.
"Tristan!" Daniel shouted, shooting to his feet so swiftly that his chair fell to the ground. He grabbed a butter knife from the table and pointed it at Tristan like it was an actual weapon that could protect him.
Harry didn't shout, but also stood up. His eyes were flickering to the exits from the dining room.
Tristan knew he was already thinking about ways of escaping, perhaps toward a weapon. But the man wasn't actively considering it, he was too terrified for it. This was just a reflexive panic reaction caused by surprise.
"What are you doing here?! Wasn't ruining the lives of your OWN PARENTS bad enough—you must stalk them now, too?" Daniel asked accusingly.
Tristan grit his teeth under the mask of the same smug smirk.
