Chapter 172

As always, Tristan had impeccable timing.

Not ten minutes later he stood at the front door, an instant look of suspicion on his face when I opened it. He blocked the way with his lanky torso, not allowing me the chance to slip outside without thoroughly scanning the inside of the house.

“Holly still here?” He asked, knowing full and well that she was.

I rolled my eyes, sarcasm thickening my voice. “She’s in the living room doing a dark and ancient spell that could save us all, but it has horrible consequences.”

Tristan blinked once, his already milky skin somehow growing paler.

“It’s hard to tell when you’re joking sometimes.”

“Obviously, I’m joking.” I sighed, patting his shoulder as I slipped out the front door. “We watched some romantic comedies and talked about boys. Really, you didn’t miss much. If you wanted to watch us do some magic, I’m sure we could uncover a spell or two—”

“No, that’s alright.” He shook his head, pushing back his newly cropped locks with his hand. The l
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