“Tristan? Are you there?”

I froze instantly and pulled myself out of the girl. Ignoring the girl completely, I shot up while I concentrated on Freya's voice speaking to me through a mind link.

“Freya? Is that you? How? You're dead!” I replied back through the link.

“Tristan, are you okay? Did I do something wrong?” The girl on the floor asked in a quiet voice, but still loud enough to irritate me.

“Shut up you stupid girl! Leave. Now!” I viciously snarled at her.

As the words left my mouth, I realized that I sounded just like my father. But in my defense, I really needed to hear, Freya....