TRISTAN
The wait for Dominic’s fight with Spader is nearly unbearable. Having been excused from classes along with Billie and Dom, I spend my days and nights watching Billie. I watch her do her dance routine in the mornings. I watch her train with Fleming and Dominic, growing stronger and more fierce every time she enters the ring. I know she practices a song with the Phantom, too, but she won’t let me listen to it until the next party, so I watch her go into the studio and come back out again. I watch her at mealtimes, letting catty comments from the females of the Underground bounce off her like rubber, like the graceful goddess she is. I watch her run with us in the evenings, surrounded by wolves twice her size and unafraid.
Every night, I watch her sleep in my arms.
She asked me wha
