Seeing Silas Kent's furious expression, Mika Summers ducked her head and bit down hard on Tristan Grayson's arm. Tristan frowned, his grip loosening just enough for Mika to wrench herself free and scramble from his embrace.
Silas Kent reached out to steady Mika, then spun around and swung a fist at Tristan Grayson.
Seeing this, Mika rushed forward and grabbed his arm. "That's enough!"
"Mika, are you taking his side already?" Silas Kent demanded, his eyes bloodshot as he whipped his head around to face her. His tone was so vicious it sent a shiver down her spine.
"I'm not taking his side! This is between him and me, and I'll handle it myself!"
Silas Kent scoffed. "And how will you handle it? By letting him hold you while you two catch up, just like you were doing?"
"Silas, that's enough! Why are you here? Are you following me again?" 'Catch up? He knows perfectly well that the only thing I feel for Tristan is hate. Pure, unadulterated hate.'
"I was worried about you!"
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