Chapter 101

“Are you okay?” I ask, even though I know I shouldn't bother. He was horrible to me, the worst of all the Idols. And yet … I can't control that small surge of empathy. Tristan turns on me in an instant, storming across the hall. I end up backing up, even though I don't mean to.

He gets right up in my face, jaw clenched, anger surging through him in waves.

Without a word, he reaches up and snatches the necklace from my throat, breaking the chain in the process. My heart is racing so hard and fast that I can barely breathe. When he turns and storms over to the trash can, I'm left gaping as he yanks the Rolex off his wrist and shoves both pieces of jewelry as deep into the bin as he can get them, staining the sleeve of his perfect white jacket with something red that I think is ketchup. But then he sniffles and I realize that blood is actually running from his nose. It drips onto his chest and sleeve as he turns back to face me.

“Do not talk to me, Charity,” he snaps,