Chapter 24. When We Stepped Inside…

Athena

“I’m on my way,” Tristan said, ending the call and immediately starting the bike again with more force than necessary.

The jealousy I’d been trying to suppress flared hot and ugly in my chest. Of course there was a she. Of course Tristan had someone he cared about enough to drop everything and race to her side in the middle of the night.

I should have expected this. Men like Tristan—strong, protective, devastatingly handsome—they don’t stay single. They don’t spend their nights watching over broken girls like me unless they’re just being kind.

The thought made my stomach twist painfully. I’d been so stupid, letting every gentle touch, every concerned look, every moment he chose to stay with me instead of going wherever he used to disappear to at ten o’clock, get to me.

I let it all get into my fucking head. Even though I knew there’s every tendency that he has a mate. Who wouldn’t have a mate?

He made a sharp U-turn that had me gripp