Chapter 77

Tristan POV

The last few weeks had been complete torture. Every day felt like walking through broken glass barefoot, each step more painful than the last.

It had gotten worse after what happened between Athena and me, so much worse that some mornings I couldn't bring myself to get out of bed.

I actually couldn't explain what had happened that night, why I'd said what I'd said. Even now, thinking about it made my chest tight with shame and self-loathing. That was the most horrible thing anyone could do to another person, and that's exactly why I hadn't tried to explain myself afterward.

What explanation could possibly make...