The moment Tristan dragged Rosalind onto the dock, the salt air stung against his skin, but he barely noticed. His grip on her wrist was firm, bordering on punishing, but she didn’t flinch. If anything, she walked beside him with the same unshaken confidence that had always driven him insane.
The flames from the burning ship still flickered in the distance, casting an eerie glow over the dark waves. Nicholas Rivera had disappeared into the chaos, but Tristan knew he wasn’t far. Nicholas was a predator—he wouldn’t leave until he got what he wanted.
And right now, Rosalind was what he wanted.
"Let go, Tristan," she said, voice dangerously calm.
He ignored her, shoving open the back door of his waiting black car and pushing her inside before sliding in beside her. The driver didn't need i
