Chapter 110. Poorly Security Conscious
Trigger warning.
Wren POV
I stumble backwards, nearly tripping over the center table.
“Tristan? W-what? How?” I stammer, hands going cold.
His neck tilts eerily, and I gulp. “You sent your boy toy to beat me up, didn’t you?”
“No!” I blurt. “I didn’t, I’d never. B-but you’re…alive?”
He spreads his arms. “Very much alive.”
“He didn’t kill you,” I whisper. “All the accusations, the hands pointing at Ezra, blaming him for your death. But you’re still alive?”
“He failed and it’s going to bite him in the ass.”
“You’re sick. You’re all sick!”
“I thought you loved me, Wren. I thought you actually–” he shakes his head.
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