“I’ve been waiting on you and Hunter to come home.” Tristian’s eyes remained calm even as he felt the needles of jealousy prick. “Has your lover taken good care of you?”
Angel gazed up at Tristian as confusion set in realizing this was no dream. He and Ray had killed so many people and Ray was dead… they’d found his body. But they had never found Tristian's.
Panicking, she started to sit up but Tristian brought his other hand out from underneath the pillow, grabbing her wrist with his hands and holding them down to the bed.
“Don’t leave,” Tristian demanded as he felt his own panic starting. He hadn’t meant to say that about Hunter but it was hard to hide the jealousy he was feeling. He’d waited a year for her to come back to Sanctuary and the whole time he’d had visions of her and Hunte
