MAYA
I sat on the edge of Nicole’s guest bed, elbows on my knees, hands buried in my hair. Frustration boiled inside me like hot oil. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Tristan’s face- that mix of rage, pain, and terrifying love that always pulled me back in.
I was exhausted. Heartbroken. Angry. And still, stupidly, desperately in love with him. All of a sudden,…The door creaked open. I lifted my head, ready to tell Nicole I needed more time alone.
But it wasn’t Nicole.
Tristan stood in the doorway, tall, broad-shouldered, still in that perfectly fitted black suit that made him look like sin wrapped in elegance. His jaw was tight, eyes dark and stormy, but the moment they landed on me, something softer- almost broken- flickered across his face.
I sighed shakily and wiped my cheeks,
