*CHAPTER 63*
Tristan:
The cold air bit into my skin as I stepped outside, the remnants of the party’s laughter and music fading behind me. I sucked in a sharp breath, letting the chill centre me. I needed to think—to plan.
The moon hung high, casting an eerie silver light across the pavement, illuminating my car parked a few steps away. I slipped my hand into my pocket, fingers curling around the cold metal of my keys. My heartbeat was steady and controlled, even as my blood simmered with anger.
Corey.
His smug face haunted me, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as Stella ran from the party. He’d played his card, and now… now it was my turn.
I climbed into the driver’s seat, the leather cold beneath me. The engine roared to life, a low growl that vibrated through my chest.
He wante
