"Hello?" Mark sounded sleepy, his voice heavier than usual and I instantly felt bad for him.
"Hi, Mark...its Mia," I muttered, apologetically. "I am sorry to have disturbed you at this hour but can you come down for a bit? Its kind of urgent,"
"Yeah...am on my way," He muttered and I could hear a shuffling sound.
"Thanks," I said and then glanced at the unconscious form of Tristan. I still can't understand why he is behaving this way. What's going on with him? What does he want?
"Mia!" Mark appeared through the double doors looking sleepy. "What's...holy s**t!" His eyes widened after noticing the blood stains on the floor.
"Don't worry...he cut his feet," I answered, pointing to the glass on the floor. "I will clean it up later. Do you think you can help me carry him upstairs? I
