Coming for Her...
Cynthia breathed slightly, calming her breath. Hearing his words, a faint blush spread across her face.
Tristan chuckled softly, and his fingertips gently brushed her face. "Want me to open it for you?"
Cynthia's brow twitched slightly. "...Wouldn't that be inappropriate?"
"No." Tristan said, leaning forward and handing the box directly to Cynthia.
As she unwrapped it, Cynthia asked, "Did she come all the way here just to give you a gift?"
"No." Tristan's eyes held a hidden sharpness as he looked at Cynthia and slowly said, "It should be for you."
Even though he was in San Heith, the people from Independent State Freemasonry had been secretly monitoring him. Perhaps they received information that drew their attention to Cynthia, prompting them to consider surveillance. In response, Tristan had cleanly removed all his informants.