TRISTAN
I sat in my office, my fingers tightening around the glass of whiskey in my hand. The rich amber liquid sloshed slightly as I took a long sip, trying to drown out my frustration.
I tried to talk to Selene again while we were patrolling last night, but she refused to even look at me. She was shutting me out completely, and it was driving me insane. I was frustrated and defeated, feeling like I was losing her.
"Selene." I had let out a slow breath as I tried to talk to her for what felt like the hundredth time this week.
There was no response, she didn't even glance my way, it was as if she had not heard me at all, but I could tell he had from the way her body stiffened.
Fine…my jaw tightened. I was not the type to beg, and before Selene I never would have bothered myself about
