One moment Ariel had been seated next to Tristan, the two of them watching the video that showed without a doubt that madam Mo and Zachariah were working together. Then, the next thing she knew, she had felt the aura of the room change, something cold and dark just settling around her. Even the hairs at the back of her neck had stood up. Then when Tristan had turned to her, Ariel had realized that the cold darkness was emanating from him.
But his voice had been nothing but calm and gentle as he'd said goodbye to her. His lips warm against her skin in the brief kiss that he had given her. But when she had watched him stand and begin walking towards the door, Ariel had realized that if she did not act, most likely it would be the last time that she would be seeing her husband without prison bars between them. There was no doubt about it in her mind. Had she let Tristan walk out that door, there would have been nothing but murder and mayhem that night.
