Third Person's POV
Lyndsay was startled when she opened the door and found Tristan already inside the room. His back was turned to her, both fists propped against the window sill. She couldn't even bring herself to greet him because, truth be told, she was still deeply upset.
"Where have you been?" he asked coldly.
"Church," Lyndsay replied curtly, starting to look for loungewear to change into inside the walk-in closet.
Only then did Tristan turn around, piercing her with a sharp glare.
"Church? With my d*mn brother? I thought you didn't want to be around him, and now you two are going to church together?" he said judgmentally.
"Look, Tristan. It just so happened that he was there, so I hitched a ride home with him... Besides, I just came from church; I don't want to say anything ba
