CELESTE
Tristan stood in the doorway while his dark eyes swept the room, reading every face, before they landed on me.
I forgot to breathe. Why did he get more handsome every time we met?
The instructor bowed so quickly she almost bent in half. "Alpha, we were only—"
"I did not ask you," Tristan said coldly.
The entire room muffled again. But he only looked at me. While Sierra was happy to see her mate, she felt a little nervous as well.
"What…" he pressed every word he uttered, "is happening here?"
The instructor opened her mouth again, but Tristan's eyes never left mine. It wasn't a question for her. It was for me.
I straightened, forcing my voice to work. "I… I don't know." I admitted. My voice echoed bravely. "Kyle brought me here. She said I had to… learn."
He blinked. It was probably the first time I saw him blinking. "Learn dancing?"
I nodded. "Yes, Alpha. She said it was your order."
A ripple of tension moved through the hall. No one breathed.
