I'm trying to focus on financial reports when my computer chimes with a message from Tristan.
*Can you come to my office?*
I stare at the screen and resist the urge to bang my head against my desk. Another check-in, probably. Another concerned look and gentle questions about how I'm doing.
I can practically feel him watching me through the office walls. When I glance up, sure enough, I can see him through his glass door, looking in my direction with that same worried expression.
Rolling my eyes, I type back: *On my way.*
God help me if Orion comes back and joins this overprotective brother act. Speaking of which, he should be back today, but I haven't heard from him yet. I make a mental note to call him after whatever this is.
When I reach Tristan's office, I stop short. There's a wo
