Kapitel 58: Swords drawn

Tristan's calm demeanor, laced with his usual mirth and a sprinkle of curiosity, didn't waver as he folded his arms across his chest, his fingertips gently drumming on his forearm. There was a certain beat to his rhythm, his presence eerily calm, like the eye of a storm.

Tristan studied Mirabella, taking note of the cunning glint in her eyes, a dangerous glimmer that indicated she was no ordinary player in this game.

'I might look oblivious to your actions, but I can sense some shit you plan on pulling.' His thoughts flashed through his mind. 'But I can't let you win. You will lose, and I will so fucking enjoy it.'

He had observed her since the moment she arrived at Lilium Manor, an accomplished woman, respected and feared in the city for her involvement in various affairs, and now offering herself as a tutor to his academy.