Chapter 17

—Tristan—

After returning Ellie to the guest room, which I locked this time, I was about to start doing my daily training, kicking the punching bag, when Kate stormed into the game room. Damian was close behind her and tried stopping her, but she tore away from his grip and stalked toward me, looking furious.

I turned to her, raising my eyebrows. She didn’t stop until she was right in front of me and shoved me hard, her eyes brimming with tears. I caught her wrists because she looked like she would slap me next, and that was something we both didn’t want to happen.

A second later, a steely grip closed around my forearm. “Release her now,” Damian ordered. I met his gaze, not liking his tone one bit. His grip tightened further. A warning. A threat. We had never really fought against each other, for good reason, and I would lay my fucking life down before I would allow it to happen. But Kate could be the reason why Damian might risk it.

I let go