TRISTAN
It had been a few days since Selene and I had gotten back together, of waking up with her tangled in my sheets, of holding her close Bf listening to the steady rhythm of her heartbeat against my chest…and it could nevertheless be better.
The week I had spent without her had been unbearable like a kind of slow burning torture that clawed at my chest and left me hollow no matter how many responsibilities I buried myself in, and I did not want to go through that ever again.
Selene had reassured me that she was sure the Night Ripper would not try to use her anymore, and as much as I trusted her and believed in her, there was a part of me that could not afford to rely on faith alone.
What if the night ripper was not gone? What if Selene’s promise had been a hopeful guess, not a cer
