All this time I’d been worried about him and about that David, thinking maybe I’d be finding out he was my brother and Damon was not. Now, I could worry again. About Damon at least, because Tristan sighed and patted my arm again. “Don’t worry about me, I’ll be fine; I’ll eat some toast and peanut butter and practice my music.” Sigh. And bless me, I questioned this just a little, and let it go. I wanted to believe he was joking, once again. I didn’t have shivers or feel like someone was walking over my grave.
I should have.
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I was ready by the time Janice was supposed to be there. Ready to Tristan’s expert satisfaction and way past mine. Nice clothes, styled hair, shaved, shined, curled, mascaraed…yeah. Just as Janice pulled up (not in the police car) Tristan slid his watch on my
