Chapter 81

ACHILLES. I freeze, and the only thing I feel is the urge to fight. Tristan raises his hands in the air like he feels that this is my first instinct. His face still has that slimy, taunting hint that it always had, but his eyes are communicating some sort of desperation that I have never seen from him before. Carlos steps forward like he’s ready to throw hands, but Tristan motions him to sit down. “Relax. I am not here to fight with any of you. I just need to talk to Achilles.” I don’t say anything. Carlos doesn’t stand down either. Tristan is looking less and less confident now, but then his eyes fall on Claudia and an unreadable expression crosses his face. It’s like a mix of amusement and concern. “What happened to her?” he asks, looking at me. When I don’t answer, he frowns. “I heard you back in there. I know you already have your voice. Why are you not talking to me right now?” “Because you don’t belong here,” I say at last, fed up with the arrogance coming from him. I also