Chapter 130
Athena POV
The sight before me broke my heart in ways I didn’t know were possible, Tristan was staring at me like I had just shattered his entire world, like everything he thought he knew about me had been a lie.
His eyes never left mine, boring into me with an intensity that made my che tight. I forced myself to break eye contact, looking anywhere but at his
face because the pain there was too much to bear.
I didn’t understand why he was staring at me like someone who caught his wife cheating.
He took slow, deliberate steps toward me, but I didn’t move away. Despite everything that had happened between us, despite th carried, I knew with absolute certainty that Tristan would never physically hurt me. That wasn’t who he was.
him.
Derek tried to step in front of me, positioning himself as a protective barrier between Tristan and me.
and hurt!
But I moved in front of Derek instead, because I could see the dangerous look in Tristan’s eyes as he stared at Derek, like he wanted to actually murder
I knew that look because I’d seen it before, when other men got too close to my personal space or when he suspected someone had hurt me.
It was the same look he gave Daxon the day he was caught.
Tristan was barely holding onto his control, and if Derek kept trying to shield me, he might actually forget they were friends or that we were in public
and do something stupid.
I couldn’t let them start a fight here, not with all these people watching.
So I walked toward Tristan, my legs feeling unsteady beneath me. Derek immediately grabbed my arms, turning me to face him with concern written all
over his features.
I managed to smile at him, though it felt forced and fake. “I need to talk to my brother. We’ll see each other
tomorrow.”
Derek studied my face like he was trying to read my thoughts, then nodded slowly. He pulled me into his usual post–race hug, and I let him hold me for a moment, drawing strength from his solid presence.
“See you tomorrow then,” he said quietly, his voice carrying a note of worry.
I nodded and turned to walk away with Tristan, leaving Derek standing there watching us go.
Tristan hadn’t said a single word since he’d called my name. It was like he’d lost his voice entirely, or maybe was more unnerving than any lecture would have been.
the
strength to form sentences. His silence
When we reached his motorcycle, he wordlessly handed me the spare helmet took it without argument, understanding that this wasn’t the time or place for a confrontation. He climbed onto the bike and waited for me to do the same.
I got on slowly, settling behind him and wrapping my arms around his waist like I’d done
SO
many times
before.
I knew he was angry about discovering my racing career, probably blaming himself for bringing me to th
him quietly, without making a fuss.
track in the first place. That’s why I followed
I wanted us to get somewhere private where we could have this conversation properly. I couldn’t run from it anymore, and honestly, I didn’t want to.
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The ride to my opartment was tense and silent. I could feel the rigid set of ho was struggling to contain.
shoulders, the way has meracies were coiled tight with whurterer emotions
When we arrived, I quietly opened my apartment door and waited for Tristano step inside. I closed the door behind us and then stood there, waiting for him to break the silence that had stretched between us since the racing cente
He raised his eyebrows in confusion when 1 remained standing by the door, not moving farther into my apartment.
Aren’t you going to invite me in properly?” he asked, his voice hoarse like he hadn’t used it in hours.
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