Chapter 84

Fiona's POV:

“But it’s not like you think, I dreamt about Eleanor and James. I think they’re in danger.”

I take a deep breath and continue, “You need to help me, you need to help them.” 

He says something but stops to look into my eyes.

“Have you tried their numbers?” he asks.

I face palm, slightly embarrassed at forgetting to do what should have been my first action. 

Tristan shakes his head at me, a little amused and inclines his head towards the top of the stairs. 

We walk up and into the room together with Tristan stretching his head in the left direction and pressing his fingers into the right slope of his neck. 

“You okay?”

“Yeah, I must have slept in the wrong posture,” he replies, his face contorted slightly from the pain and effort of trying to straighten the crick in his neck. 

I touch his neck before I realize it and withdraw it, feeling my face warm up. Thankfully, he notices neither of