FATED MATE

Athena knew she should thank Tristan for saving her from the rogues but she could not think straight or feel grateful as she was. Her embarrassment knew no bounds. She had seen Tristan when he came into the wedding venue. She recognized him instantly. He was the ‘rogue’ that escaped her arrest, her first failed mission. If not that she was able to apprehend the real culprit then, she would not mind arresting Tristan, even now. Though he seems stronger than he was then, she could still handle him. And he was holding her with that brute strength of his. She needed to be in charge.

Athena's struggles intensified, her body thrashing against Tristan's grip. "Let me go, you brute!" she snarled, her teeth bared.

Tristan's eyes flashed with amusement, but he held firm. "Not until you calm down, little fireball."

With a sudden surge of strength, Athena broke free, her fists flying once more. Tristan dodged, but Athena was relentless, her blows raining down on him.

As they fought, they stumble