TRISTAN'S POV
I sat in my office, silently staring at the wall across from me, just as I had been for the past two hours. My eyes felt heavy, and my head was pounding terribly. No surprise there. I didn't sleep at all last night. Sleep never came—not after what I found out from Alfonso about Thalia's mark.
I should have seen this coming. I should have known something like this would happen eventually. Some things are just impossible to escape.
I knew I recognized that mark from somewhere; I just didn't think...
That bastard the other day was right, even if it did end up costing him his life on the spot. Thalia will never be truly safe as long as she has that mark.
How am I supposed to protect her from this one? How do I keep her safe when I can barely handle it myself?
How did this
