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I’ve only had the chance to meet the cold and stern version and his ability to display gentility and warmth surprised me. It was as if I was looking at another person.
    ‘Miss Walters,’ he turned to me.
    ‘I swear I’ll pay you back, somehow.’
    ‘There’s no need,’ he said with restraint. I noted how he quickly switched personas when he spoke to me and there was the cold Tristan Vice that came to my apartment offering me employment about a week ago. ‘Take it as part of your employment allowance.’
    I wasn’t sure if it was because he disliked me, or because I was not his part of his family. It was probably both and only seemed to tolerate my presence because it benefited Anna’s mental health. His voice made me flustered and made heat rise to my cheeks.
    ‘Master Tristan,’ said Lorraine from the stairs, ‘would you like me to set up the plates? I’ve just finished the pasta for Miss Annabelle and Phoebe.’
    ‘Yes, set the table. I’ll be down in a moment.’
    There was the switch again. I guess Lorraine counted as his family. Tristan glanced at me and then left. Anna stood up and jumped down from the bed. She took my hand and I found myself in the dinner room. The happy teen pulled out my seat for me and she took the seat opposite me. Lorraine served us our dinner and we only had to wait a moment for Tristan to take his place at the head of the table. He had taken off his jacket and had casually rolled up the sleeves of his cream colored shirt. His hair was slightly tussled and fell over his forehead playfully.
    The pasta smelled delightful and Lorraine’s cooking was like eating at a five star restaurant, not that I’ve been to any but the food made me feel like I just did. Tristan did not speak as he ate and I didn’t dare to glance at him. Perhaps I should have eaten with Lorraine and Jace but Anna wouldn’t have allowed it. She had taken the effort to seat me down. I silent meal gnawed at me and I wished that it would be over quickly.
    It was Tristan that broke the silence.
    ‘Has Karen sent anyone yet?’ he asked his sister. Anna paused and pursed her lips.
    ‘No. Why do you have to talk about that witch?’
    ‘Annabelle, we’ve had this conversation,’ started Tristan. I noted the sternness in his voice.
    Anna threw down her utensils. It clanged loudly and I could hear Lorraine shuffling near the door. The housekeeper was preparing herself for an outburst. The chair scraped loudly against the wooden floor. Anna left and I suddenly found myself alone with Tristan Vice. I turned to watch his reaction and saw that he remained perfectly unaffected by his sister’s exit. It made me frown. He continued with his dinner as if nothing had happened.
    I took a drink of water and followed after Anna. She was in her room and the door was locked.
    ‘Anna, it’s me,’ I said softly with a knock. Lorraine loitered nearby with a worried face. I turned to face her and gave her a reassuring look. It was going to be alright. I would sort it out. The lock clicked as it turned and the door opened shortly after. I was allowed to slip inside.
    Anna’s room was not what I had expected – plain and almost empty except for the bed and dresser. It was much smaller than my room and I felt that this should be my room and not hers. Anna threw herself on the bed and buried her face in the pillow.
    ‘Talk to me,’ I said and sat down next to her. She shook her head at first. ‘Come on,’ I urged. ‘Talk to me.’
    ‘I hate her,’ she said, her words slightly muffled by the pillow she held against her face.
    ‘Alright. And?’
    Anna paused. She then swiveled her body around and her face was suddenly looking up towards the ceiling. ‘She ruined my life.’
    ‘She’s not exactly here, is she?’
    Anna frowned and turned to face me. She wanted an explanation of what I meant.
    ‘You’re at your brother’s house and he’s old enough to be your guardian. Why don’t you just stay here?’
    ‘I’m not