But that’s fine. I think I have heard everything that I need to. This is wonderful. I’m going to be able to fix my mess.
I can help Tristan.
Chapter thirty-three
Finally, we are heading back to our rooms. I swear the last hour was the longest of my life. Just frigging sitting by Tristan’s feet while he smoked with a bunch of nobles. It felt as if I was going to burst with the news of what I overheard.
Now, I’m finally going to be able to tell him. The doors click shut behind us, shutting out the outside world. Now it is just us, and it feels heavenly.
I open my mouth to blurt out my news, but wait. Oh fuck. I’m going to have to confess that I understand Fey. I don’t mind playing my one and only card, and giving up the only advantage I have. Helping Tristan is worth it. It is just that I’m a little apprehensive about how he is going to take the news that I have been lying to him.
“What is it?” asks Tristan, as he rests a hand on my shoulder.
Damn it, he looks concerned by my frozen expression, and now I feel even worse for keeping secrets.
“I…um…can speak Welsh…so I, um…can understand Fey,” I mumble.
Tristan smiles softly at me. A warm smile that lights up his eyes. “I know.”
What? I blink at him helplessly.
“My talents are languages and translator magic, of course I would know,” he says.
Oh. Okay, that makes sense.
“And you have a terrible poker face,” he adds.
Excuse me? How dare he say such a thing? He can take that right back!
Tristan chuckles, a low deep rumble. “See, right now your pretty face is all scrunched up and you are very annoyed at me.”
My mouth opens. Then I snap it shut. He is probably right, I probably am as easy to read as a book. There is no point in throwing a hissy fit because I’ve been called out on it. Besides, there are far more important things to be talking about right now.
I take a deep breath. “I overheard some servants talking. They said Llywelyn is hiding Devourer Charms under his bed and he is going to cheat with them.”
Tristan’s eyes widen and a look of hurt betrayal flashes through them before it is quickly buried. Covered behind a grin and a cheerful, cocky demeanour.
“I knew your secret ability to speak Fey would be useful!” he boasts.
I roll my eyes, but I’m not going to let him distract me. “Can you bust him for planning to cheat?”
Tristan’s expression grows sombre. “No.”
I open my mouth to say something, but the bastard walks away from me. He goes over to the satin pull cord for the servants, and pulls on it. What the hell is he playing at? This isn’t the kind of thing we can talk about in front of the staff.
A goblin guy appears seemingly out of nowhere. Flipping heck, that was fast! Tristan bends down andwhispers something into his pointy ear. The little green guy nods and scurries away.
I stare expectantly at Tristan, but he simply stares back at me until I sigh in exasperation, and snap, “What are you doing?”
“I’m calling in a favour,” he replies calmly.
My eyes narrow. Why on earth is he being all mysterious? It is annoying and I can’t see how it helps.
“Okay, so now what?” I huff.
“Now we wait.”
Oh my stars. This man is unbelievable. I turn away from him and stomp over to the sofa by the projector. If he wants to be like that, I’ll leave him to it. The projector has every streaming service in existence and there is so much good shit I want to catch up on. I can just ignore the asshole and watch TV. I’m not playing his games.
