Tristen sat down on the bench that the man was occupying.
"It must make you wonder why I'm here. I did disrespect you after all."
He laughed.
"Oh, Hellaena. It was the very disrespect you showed me that drew me to you. There is not enough hate in you yet, but soon my Princess, you will be as cruel as I."
Tristen looked up into his eyes.
"I, I just came to talk about my stipulation. I don't want to hate anyone."
He put a hand on her knee.
"Are you afraid, little Hellaena?", he purred. "Scared that I'll hurt you?"
"N-no."
He smiled.
"Lies. I can feel your fear, Princess."
She growled and narrowed her eyes, punching him in the stomach.
"I will never fear you. And I'll never embrace the hate!"
Tristen made a dash for the door, but was pushed against it and turned to face her captor.
"Bad idea," he growled. He pinned her wrists above her head with one hand, smirking at the sudden yelp she gave.
"Don't hurt me. Please, I'm sorry. I was just scared."
Gently, he brushed her hair out of her eyes. Tristen felt a tear slide down her cheek.
"Don't hurt me."
"Admit you're afraid, Hellaena. Admit your fear, and I will let you go back to your precious Punk."
Tristen snarled.
"I will never go back to that straightedge asshole. I'd rather die first."
He looked at her, feeling the anger rise.
"Join me. Together we can take down everyone standing in our way. Including Punk."
Smirking, Tristen nodded.
"I'll make you a deal, Big Man. We take down Punk, and you help me crush his heart."
"And how would I do that?"
She freed a wrist and put it on the back of his head, pulling him down for a kiss. His tongue slid between her lips and she gasped. It went on for a few more moments before he pulled away.
"Just like that."
"It's a deal, Princess."
Tristen grinned up at him.
"I knew you'd see it my way, Kane. And just for future reference, call me Tristen."
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