❛WHAT HAPPENS WHEN YOU MAKE THE TEN MOST POWERFUL GODS ALIVE PLAY A GAME OF MUSICAL CHAIRS WITH ONE SEAT?❜
They fight - to the death.
They fight over three crowns and a throne with steel spiked maces. They despair a little more everyday keeping thei...
Amphitrite was standing right in the doorway. And behind her, his face just as white - my husband.
Oops! This image does not follow our content guidelines. To continue publishing, please remove it or upload a different image.
HARTINGTON CASTLE, ALNWICK, STORMHOLT.
TRISTAN
THE BOOKS IN MY HAND dropped to the floor.
Amphitrite shrieked loudly, her eyes darkening to cerulean as my fists opened and closed, red hot anger overtaking everything I had as I saw the scene unfurling in front of me.
Edwina and Eric.
No.
Eric wouldn't do this to me.
Edwina wouldn't do this to me.
Not after today morning.
Not after last night.
Clearly, I was a fool.
And she was an excellent actress.
They were both in the middle of the room. Every inch of his body was pressed against hers. The way I wanted to press my body against hers. He had his hands curled around her neck, lips molded around her mouth, as she moaned and tugged his hair, the way she tugged my hair.
Anger rose up in me, fury I had never felt before. I was further enraged by the fact that neither of them seemed to have noticed the insane thing they had just done, or that Amphitrite was shouting at the top of her voice, shouting her head off.
"How-"
I pulled Eric off, as he looked at me, eyes hazy with desire, my hands tightly gripping his shoulders, and I noticed, infuriated, that the top button of his shirt was open.
"-dare-"
I balled my wrists, using all my might and anger as I punched him right on the nose, hearing the satisfying crack.
"-you!"
He angrily fought back, landing a blow on my shoulder as I wrestled Eric to the ground.
"-how fucking dare you!" I snarled, every word a brutal blow as I aggressively punched his ribs, the crack sounding like a whip in the air, insanely mad as he tackled me to the ground.
