-Rivanna-
“Tristan?”
I had been blindfolded and my hands bound. I had no idea where I was. All I knew was that I had been moved from time to time, and I had an idea of where we were going. I had no idea how many days had gone by.
Time seemed to barely move. But then one night, we had made camp, and I heard someone enter the little tent that was my prison. I was bound to the main pole in the middle of the tent, unable to go anywhere.
“It isn’t Tristan.”
I recognized that voice.
“Jonathan?”
I could hear him walking closer, but it was a bit hard to figure out exactly where he was. Then suddenly, my blindfold was removed, and he was right there in front of me.
Tristan and he reminded me a lot of each other. Though Jonathan was a good few years older, they shared the same dark blond hai
