POV: Tristan
I was pacing up and down my office.
Going back and forth like a restless animal.
From the desk to the door. From the door to the window. Then back again. And yet my office felt too small for me.
It felt too tight. Too suffocating.
I ran a hand through my hair and let out a slow long breath, trying to calm the irritation building inside me. But it wasn’t working.
Nothing seemed to be working, not the pacing, not the breathing technique. Nothing.
Because no matter how many times I tried to reason it out—It still didn’t make sense.
It just didn’t.
Even after everything I had said to her this morning…
After I had made myself very clear…
After I had given her a choice—
She still went ahead and prepared for that damn night shift of hers.
My jaw tightened.
The anger in
