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But, what could he do if he didn't know?
    When Zac felt Tristan approaching the dark corner where he sat behind the bar, he groaned inwardly. Of course the Irish bastard would take this opportunity to sink his boot in right where it hurt. The knight's obvious claim over Aya hadn't gone unnoticed. In fact, he'd made it clear on several occasions and it had only been twenty four hours.
    "What the hell is your problem?" Zac glared up at him, when he neared.
    "Just wanted to pass along a few friendly words of advice," the knight shrugged, leaning against the wall.
    Zac snorted, seriously annoyed, and turned to face him. "I don't need your advice. You might be a billion, but I know exactly what I'm doing."
    "Oh, I don't doubt it."
    "Spit it out, Tristan. I haven't got all night," he hissed, not bothering to mask his dislike. He was going to hear it if he wanted to or not. Better to rip it off like a band-aid.
    "We were companions for a very long time," he said, a note of mockery in his voice. "She can be unpredictable and manipulative and she may say that she loves you, but it hasn't been the first time she's uttered those words."
    On his feet in an instant, he grabbed the front of Tristan's shirt and pushed him hard into the wall, his face inches away from the knight’s. Scowling with an all too familiar fury, his eyes began to change, the edges consumed with blackness, his irises still iridescent green as he tried to keep himself under control.
    "Calm down, Zac," Tristan held his hands up defensively. "No need for the theatrics, my friend."
    Zac's breathing was heavy, his jaw clenched tightly, as he held himself back. A minute passed before he roughly pushed Tristan away, turning to the darkness of the empty lot behind the bar.
    "You're not welcome here, Tristan," he said as he composed himself. "As long as I am here, you shouldn't be."

 

 
    Aya tracked Tristan down to the motel on the edge of Ashburton later the next day. The knight had a lot to answer for and she couldn't put it off any longer. She needed to know Regulus' intentions. If he was coming here, then she had to be ready to lead him away or stop him before he could execute whatever it was he was planning.
    She was still agitated from the previous night and hadn't slept a wink. Zac hadn't come back to the manor at all and she couldn't help herself when she had cast her mind out, searching for him. She was worried he would do something reckless after their fight, but when she had felt his presence on the opposite side of town, she knew he was at Alex's. What he was doing there was a mystery. They had never been that close, but perhaps Liz and Gabby were there as well. Liz, who he had once been in love with and now loved like a sister, would talk him down.
    Standing outside the room she knew was Tristan's, she sighed. Here we go again, she thought, raising her fist and knocking loudly. The door opened and he peered out, not in the least bit surprised to find her standing on the other side. He looked like he had just woken up, bleary eyed and shirtless and she knew that was for her benefit. Rolling her eyes, she pushed past him, walking inside.
    "Good mornin' to you too," he said in mock annoyance.
    Surveying the room, she turned her nose up. It smelt like someone had pissed in the corner. The sign out the front that said budget wasn't far wrong. In one corner there was an old armchair clad in an offensive floral pattern, a double bed with a matching bedspread and ugly mustard colored curtains. It reminded her of the motel she had taken Zac to when she had tracked him after he'd fought with Sam. It only served to remind her of their precarious situation. After all, that's where she first kissed him.
    Sitting in the armchair, she regarded Tristan coolly as he pulled on a shirt and dragged his fingers through his tangled hair.
    "What?" he asked, when she only stared at him.
    "I'm waiting for you to explain yourself," she cocked her head to the side. "After all, it