Andria's POV
"You can't leave now, it's not safe, Aria," Damon spoke up from behind Tristan.
Tristan moved forward, causing me to move backwards, and soon we three were in the room.
"I know I was out of character earlier today, but I don't…" Damon paused to look at Tristan, "We don't want you getting the wrong idea."
"Then make me see the right idea." I retorted
"Aria, as the day grew darker and you were not back, we started worrying about you. We almost wanted to track your scent, to know if you were in danger, knowing the last place you were in was the duel hall with Zade," Damon explained.
And I felt my anger melt away. This is more like an apology and not a defense or a deflection. With words like that, I could consider spending the night here.
But I didn't want to stay in any of their rooms, so I came up with a suggestion. "On one condition," I said, glancing over at Damon.
Seeing that my attention drifted over to Damon, Tristan shot a jealous look at Damon.
