#Chapter91 I am confused.

"Where have you been?" A deep voice I recognize as none other than Tristan's, travels through the dim light of house to where I stand at the threshold of the front door.

I ignore him and continue to close the door behind me, not really in the mood for a midnight interrogation, especially at this time of night. I walk to the kitchen to get myself a glass of water, still not acknowledging Tristan's piercing eyes as they follow and observe each of my steps.

After today's events, my body just aches for a warm, relaxing bath to ease of the tension in my muscles and...