CHAPTER THIRTY-EIGHT
Serg said he was going to get coffee. Dax didn’t care, he was on a mission. The house should be awake waiting for him and Ivy to arrive, though he didn’t know the actual time. None of that mattered anymore, there was only one thing he wanted to do. Taking the stairs two at a time, he flew up them and along the hallway to Trystan’s suite. Adrenaline counteracted the alcohol, as had always been his experience.
It wouldn’t have mattered whether the door was locked, Dax was going through it either way. But it was unlocked, so he stormed straight in. Trystan was in one of the armchairs by the window, Brad sat in the one opposite. Rita was there too, on her knees in front of the slouched Trystan.
Brad had a glass in his hand, casual, loose, definitely not drunk. Anyone el
