Chapter 153. History

Elona's POV

I pulled the blanket up to my chest like it could shield me from the thoughts echoing in my head. The dim bedside lamp cast shadows across the room. Tristan remained seated on the bed, his shoulders curved forward, elbows resting on his knees, his head in his hands.

Camille’s words still echoed inside me like a bitter aftertaste I couldn’t spit out. Did Tristan still trust her more than he trusted me? What is she trying to do or say?

I closed my eyes tightly, but instead of quiet, there was only a growing ache in my chest. I opened my mouth before I could stop myself. “Tristan,” I said quietly, my voice cracking like thin ice. “Do you have… some kind of history with Camille?” I asked.

He slowly lifted his head and turned to face me. His eyes were tired but turned soft when they met mine. I didn’t want s