บท 132: Vainglory

"And he's in bed with the Pyxis."

"With the Pyxis or with the headmistress?"

"Hey. You're the one who said that. Not me." Tristan raised both of his hands in surrender, washing his hands. 

Across him, Olivia cocooned herself in Maxen's jacket, raising an eyebrow over the news. "Isn't their divorce something worth celebrating though? But by the looks of it, either my mother has lost her screws if she agrees to it, or she won't go down without a fight. Either of the two choices, I'll be glad to watch from the bleachers."

Listening to Olivia, a chuckle rumbled on his chest, finding how odd his relationship with her had gone. They were officially in-laws.