Tristan–POV
Waking with a headache, I shook my head, feeling dazed. It took me a moment to realize I was in my room, likely drugged with a sleeping potion, a move characteristic of Faye. "Maroon," I called out. He entered, looking bewildered, and I walked past him to find my guards asleep. I kicked them awake.
"Get up, you asshole guards," I hissed. "Linda!" But when I sniffed the air, Linda's scent was nowhere to be found. Checking her room confirmed she was missing.
"It seems Linda took the opportunity to run away," Maroon observed.
"No kidding," I snapped, aware of the fact. Clenching my fists, I was frustrated by the situation and intrigued by Faye's apparent desire to play a game of chase. I was all too willing to engage.
"Why are you smiling, Alpha?" Maroon asked, a hint of fear
