Tristan Grayson
After I confronted Luc, he bolted out the door, leaving the glowing butterfly to hover above my head. As I lay in bed, my thoughts were a jumbled mess. The encounter with Luc replayed in my mind, and I couldn't help but dissect every moment.
He had been there in the woods, just like I was with Stella. How much had he witnessed? Did he overhear our conversations, our unspoken connection? The weight of the realization settled on me, and I felt a pang of sympathy for him. But what could I do? Stella was my mate as well, bound to me in ways I couldn't ignore. As much as Luc was a friend, I found myself grappling with the complexity of the situation. Fvck!
Yet, despite the raw tension between us, Luc hadn't hesitated to lend a helping hand with my injuries.
A sigh escaped m
