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CHAPTER SIXTEEN TRISTAN’S POV From where I sat, resting on an arm chair, still very much tipsy. One would think that I should have sobered up by now and Josh’s restless pacing didn’t make me feel any better. With one hand on his waist, biting down on his lips occasional, he paced from one end of the room to the other. It made me more impatient; more afraid. Had she skipped town like she threatened? I didn’t want to worry about her, not like this but how could I not when the only thing she saw me as, was a monster? “Are you going to spit or what?” I eventually asked, growing wary of anxiety. He paused and when his blue eyes met mine, there was something else in them; almost as if he was scared of my reaction. My eyes narrowed consecutively as I felt the palpitations grow imminent. I ha
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