Chapter 127
Aaliyah
I bit my lip when I noticed something that caught my attention. I had almost mentioned it to Tristan, but I held my tongue. We remained silent for more than thirty minutes, and I frowned when he didn't speak again. He should have apologized for what happened this morning.
"Will you not drink anything?" he asked, rubbing his fingers across my cheek as he brushed the strands of hair from my face. The gentle way his fingers touched me made me break my self-discipline and turn to look at him. He was holding two glasses of wine and leaned toward me.
He waited patiently, staring at me with dark eyes. For a moment, I looked into his eyes and wondered if he knew I was still angry or not. Taking the glass from him, I took a sip of the wine.
Tristan grabbed my other hand, and before I could react, he bit my thumb, drawing blood. Heat rushed through my body, and I pulled my hand away.
"Ouch!"
