Elona's POV
His hand was warm on my skin as his eyes burned into mine. My heart raced as I looked at the man in front of me. His grip on my wrist tightened as he dragged me with him. I had to keep up with his strides, no one else seemed to care that there was an older man at the party. It was strictly for students...Well, for now.
"Let go of me!" I yelled over the music, but he kept on walking, ignoring my pleas. "Tristan!" I tried to yank my wrist out of his hold but he was too strong. Some girls looked at him and I knew that they were attracted to him and then I caught a glimpse of Grace. The one who pushed me on camp. The one I might never forgive for being part of the reason of a life that was lost all because she has a crush on Tristan, I mean, who doesn't?
Tristan pulled me into
