Author’s POV
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In the morning everyone was already having breakfast when Tristan arrived. Nico and Mason were talking about training while Rose was eating in silence, clearly affected by something but she was spaced out. Tristan looked around and frowning he sat down at the table.
He was sure that he would find Zoey here and she would force herself on him but she was nowhere to be seen. This should make him feel happy but surprisingly his heart was uneasy.
“Where is Nana?” he asked, trying to find what was interesting to him, bypassing the most obvious question.
Rose placed her knife and her fork on her almost untouched plate filled with food and as if she was giving him an invisible punch in his face she asked him directly.
“If you want to know where Zoey is, you can ask me directly
