Chapter 134. Eric's Side of The Story

Tristan's POV

The sun had barely pierced through the grey clouds when Eric arrived. He wanted to see Elona, and I'm glad that he's here. That kid had a loyalty streak I admired, maybe too much for his own good. I opened the door, letting him in with a nod. He looked tired and drained, like he hadn’t slept properly in days.

Elona was resting in my bedroom, finally getting some color back in her cheeks after everything. I didn’t want to wake her. I needed to have this conversation with Eric first. "Hey," I said, motioning to the lounge. "Make yourself comfortable. I want to talk to you."

He stepped inside, his manner of walking was slow, his shoulders slouched under the weight of something heavier than just exhaustion. He looked like someone who had walked through a fire with nothing left to burn. He sat on the far end of the sofa, hands folded in