POV: Chloe
That name hit me like a bucket of ice water. My hands, still reaching out for him, dropped limply to my sides.
“Why are you doing this?” My voice cracked. “Tris, why are you punishing me like this?”
His jaw ticked. For a split second, an old, festering wound flickered in his eyes.
“You’re the one punishing me,” he countered quietly. “You’ve been punishing me for... For...”
A sob tore from my throat. I couldn’t even say the words out loud.
“You’ve become a complete stranger. This...” I gestured wildly at the glass wall, at him, at the toxic air suffocating us. “This isn’t the Tristan I knew. He was warm. Kind. He would never...”
“Don’t.” The command sliced through the room like a blade. Tristan’s face went dead pale. His hands balled into fists, and his voice dropped to a
