Chapter 130. Grace

Tristan's POV

I left VFS with fury still simmering beneath my skin, the tension in my jaw was like a steel vice. Delance’s indifference clung to me like a stench I couldn’t wash off. Her smugness... her apathy, and the way she dismissed Elona’s suffering like it was some necessary evil in the pursuit of glory. It took everything in me not to slam her door on the way out. But I wasn’t done. There was still a ghost from the past that needed to be confronted.

Grace.

The name soured in my mouth the second it crept into my thoughts. I hadn’t thought about her in months, not since the news of our loss. The push on that d^mn camp during volleyball, the way Elona had crumpled and held her stomach and winced in pain. The look in her eyes. I will never forget that moment, and it was happening in front of me. Hell, it happened on my birthday. The anger insi