POV: Tristan
I was currently in my room.
I had gone there immediately after leaving Naomi’s room, but I hadn’t rested for a second.
Not throughout the night.
And not now either.
I couldn’t.
I was pacing.
Back and forth.
From one end of the room to the other.
Again.
And again.
And again.
My steps were sharp against the tiled floor, my jaw tight, my thoughts louder than anything else around me.
I wasn’t calm.
I hadn’t been calm since last night.
Since that conversation with that Cain guy.
My hands curled into fists as I turned again, dragging a hand down my face.
“What the f**k was that?” I muttered under my breath.
What the hell did he mean?
Nora… had a relative?
My Nora.
That didn’t make sense.
It didn’t make any sense at all.
If she had one—if there was anyone—anyon
