I snuggled against Damien, trying to lighten the mood with a smile. "Wasn't my performance last night enough to reassure you? Or would you like to continue tonight? What position do you prefer?"
Why had I never noticed how adorable he was before?
Damien's cheeks flushed slightly as he grabbed my wandering hands. "Behave yourself."
When we arrived at Duke's Manor, I caught sight of Tristan standing in the corner, his eyes locked on me from afar.
The entire room seemed to buzz with curiosity. My elopement had become the talk of the town, and with Tristan here today, the tension was almost unbearable.
I gave Tristan a small, reassuring smile through the crowd.
He visibly relaxed.
Since that fateful night, he had been waiting for me to come to his rescue, and when I didn't, he must have feared something had gone wrong. But now, he could see I was still in control.
Damien's gaze turned icy, his eyes narrowing dangerously.
Was she really going to test him?
During the party, Tristan had a maid fetch me outside.
"Tristan!" I called out as I saw him standing in the snow, looking like a fragile figure in blue.
He was pale as if a strong breeze might blow him away. Clearly, he'd been hurt in prison.