Annabelle's POV

I had last seen Tristan 3 years back, when he was a tall, lanky 21 year old, freshly graduated from college, absolutely gorgeous with his forever tousled chocolate brown hair, and jade green eyes which he inherited from Audrey. His features resembled Stefan's so much that the two looked like twins, although Stefan looked better.

Now, Tristan looked matured, confident and his lanky body had nicely filled up, with muscles in the right places. Although he teased me incessantly, he treated me like a sister.

"Belladonna", he squealed in a high-pitched voice to imitate me, grinning from ear to ear, to piss me off. He knew how much...