Chapter 67
Aaliyah
The next day after Tristan had taken his bath, I helped him arrange his clothes on the bed. He was going to visit Amara today and I had a bittersweet emotion about it.
"Please don't make her mad," I said. "Just have a normal conversation with her. Persuade her into letting me stay until I'm due. Then afterwards, you come home and we think of a good plan."
"Okay,'' Tristan nodded.
When returned, he was in a very bad mood. I quickly left the balcony to meet him in his room. The door slammed shut as Tristan stormed in, brows furrowed.
"Tristan," I called out in a calm voice. "What happened? How did it go?"
"Can you believe Amara and her apprentice witches used magic to send me out of the house? I fucking looked like a child to them when they fought me with magic," he explained.
"Really? What did you do?"
"I killed one of her witches out of anger. I promise you it was just one," he said.
