Chapter 22

"I'll go check it out." Tristan gestured for her to wait there and she nodded. "I'm sure it's nothing serious."

Just as he was about to walk away, he halted and a sour expression settled on his face. 

"What do you want?" He sounded pissed and Maris wondered if it was an annoying ex girlfriend that had returned to plea for mercy. 

"Where is Maris?" A familiar voice sounded from the hall and it echoed, making Maris' heart to spring up with hope. 

Just the mere sound of his voice made her happy, but when she remembered how cowardly he acted the previous night... She folded her arms and backed the door, eyes fixed on the folds as  breeze blew them out every once in a while. 

"None of your business." Tristan spat, slightly getting angry as he stood in front of the door, not letting him get into the room.

"Out of the way, do you realize she's my lemen?!" He roared and Tristan didn't shake, not even the bushy brows above hi