Tristan's POV
My eyes scoured the cabinets hung up on the wall, but I came up with nothing. No matter how hard I looked, or how closely, I still didn't find what I was looking for. I'd been at it for hours, and it was becoming tiring to say the least. I was hardly frustrated, but right now, I was more than sure that I felt the sting of frustration digging into my skin, and when I said it wasn't on the list of pleasurable things to experience, then you were just going to have to believe me.
Where the hell was it?
I muttered underneath my breath, but for the umpteenth time, I'd been reminded that it did nothing to help my cause. Nothing at all. In fact, all cursing did was to make me all the more agitated.
I snuck one last glance at the laundry room,before heading out and closing the
