Then Tristan’s attention traveled slowly back to Callum, who stiffened in apprehension. Delightful, Reina thought. The only thing better would be if Tristan informed them that wasn’t Parisa’s real nose. “I won’t tell them if you won’t,” Tristan said to Callum. For a moment, the air in the room was so tense that even the plants grew wary. Then, abruptly, Callum laughed. “Let’s keep it between us, then,” he agreed, reaching out to clap a hand around Tristan’s shoulder. “Better to let them wonder.” So there was an us and them now. That was considerably less delightful.
