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head for Tristan to follow her and stepped away from the crowd until they were beneath the sprawling arms of an oak tree. She kept her voice down to protect her conversation. “Didn’t we agree that you’d wait for me to come tell you and the other gryphons what’s going on?”
    “I am waiting. I just choose to do it in this form.”
    Tristan will be the death of me . He’d come close to causing Evalle’s demise more than once.
    His blonde hair spiked in that messy way that men got away with, and the amused blue eyes stared down at her, but only because he had five inches on her five-foot-ten height . He clearly waited for Evalle’s volley. She wasn’t going to ask where Tristan had come up with a clean pair of jeans that fit him snug enough to raise the pulse of any female Belador warrior in the crowd. Any woman except Evalle, who had vacillated between wanting to strangle Tristan and thank him for his help when the Medb attacked Treoir.
    It would be easy for many Beladors to blame Tristan since word had circulated that he’d joined the Medb, when in truth, he’d been captured and compelled to act.
    He’d gone along with Evalle’s plan when they left, and he’d fought for the Beladors once Kizira, the Medb priestess leading the attack, had died in battle, freeing everyone she’d compelled.
    Thinking of the battle, Evalle reminded him, “You will need Macha’s approval to become a gryphon again.”
    Tristan gave a careless shrug. “If she wants my help, she’ll have to let me do what I need to watch over the island.”
    “When are you going to make my life easier?”
    He stopped checking out the crowd and castle to drop a glare at Evalle that came loaded with hostility. “When are you going to make my life easier? I’ve got six other gryphons and two Rías to keep pacified while everyone’s standing here waiting for an edict from Macha. I have yet to hear any atta boys coming from O’goddess for all we’ve done.”
    “She said thank you.”
    “I say thank you to someone who brings me coffee. I expect a little more for putting our lives on the line for this bunch after the Beladors had a shoot-to-kill order on us until just now.”
    “That was technically an order from the Tribunal,” Evalle said, trying to stem the fit of anger building up in the man beside her.
    “The Beladors didn’t hesitate to follow that order, did they?” Tristan challenged, then cut his gaze hard at the handful of warriors who were angling their bodies to catch Tristan and Evalle’s conversation. “Did you?” Tristan challenged in their direction.
    The warriors swung back around, but not before Evalle caught embarrassment on their faces. Tristan had a point, but alienating the Beladors was not going to be productive.
    “Tristan.”  She said it softly, imploring him to back off the attitude.
    He scrubbed his face with one hand then crossed his arms, but when he spoke it was in a civil tone. “All I’m saying is we’re keeping this place protected better than any Belador can right now with their powers jacked up, and we still aren’t a recognized race with rights. We’re just Macha’s Treoir pets.”
    “Give her a chance to–”
    Tristan lifted a hand, cutting her off. “I get that everyone is in turmoil over Brina, but I’m out of patience.”
    “Getting on Macha’s nerves right now might be a dangerous mistake.”
    “Really? She didn’t torch you when you defied her about leaving Treoir to hunt for Storm. We all heard you tell her ‘I dare to piss off the entire fucking universe if that’s what it takes to get him back.’” 
    “That’s different.”
    “Why?”
    “Because the only person I put at risk with that was me, not the rest of the gryphons. She knows I handed off leading the gryphons to you.”
    “Whatever.”  He muttered something then his gaze zeroed in on her with curiosity. “Speaking of that loser jaguar, why’d you risk getting turned into a crispy snack to go after