Entering the coven

ARIA

The last twenty-four hours felt odd. Once Tyrion left the room in the morning, some unknown force began to pressure my insides and fill me with anxiety. At first, I told myself I was overreacting, but each hour that passed only made me feel more crumbled on the inside. The squeeze in my chest became worse when I went to Tyrion's office to eat lunch with him. He took me to the patio where our dishes were served, but the air around us felt anything but pleasant. I caught Tyrion's gaze once or twice, and each time I sensed an unknown coldness in his eyes. I asked him if he was mad at me for some reason, but he denied it, awkwardly turning his severe expression into a tense smile. Things became even stranger when I asked him about his meeting with Aziz, and he avoided answering my question. I tried to ignore it once more, telling myself that perhaps he was tired, but why did it feel like a sudden lack of trust?

Once our awkward lunch was over, Tyrion announced that he had to inspect