POV: Tristan
I was pacing.
Back and forth.
Back and forth.
The polished floor of the lobby reflected every step I took, but I barely noticed it. My mind wasn’t here. It hadn’t been here for the past few hours now.
Danny’s message still echoed in my head like a broken record.
There’s trouble.
That was it.
There was no explanation. No follow up.
Nothing at all.
And up till now?
There was nothing.
I ran a hand through my hair, letting out a sharp breath.
“Where the hell are they…” I muttered under my breath.
I had tried calling them.
Multiple times.
Danny—wasn’t answering his phone.
Naomi—I didn’t even have her number.
That alone irritated the hell out of me more than it should.
And Sophie…
I paused mid step, pulling my phone out again.
I dialed her number for what felt
