What I had gleaned about Tristan Caulkin for that brief moment I had been around him was that he tolerated no distractions to his own interests. He had been dismissive of me this morning but I somehow had his full attention now. My eye and hair colour may have changed but I still looked like a frightful mess. I still reeked. There was no way he was noticing me as a teenage boy noticing a woman. I would have stood a better chance if I still had my red hair. His stare was too intent for my liking, the tablet on his laps momentarily forgotten.
"Let me handle this," Casper customarily cooed. Casper had earned the full extent of my wariness. Unlike Gimmel, his conscience did not require permission to hijack my body. Casper was too reckless and he was going to get me in big trouble if he touched Maude's brother. If he so much as pull out a strand of his hair.
