ZAHRA
Once Tristan and I returned home, he accompanied me to my room. Forcing smiles, we bid each other goodnight. However, as I shut the door behind me, I knew I wouldn’t be able to get much sleep. My unquiet mind wouldn’t stop reflecting about the unexpected way my short trip with Tristan had ended, searching for answers I probably wouldn’t get. Not as soon as I wanted them, anyway.
I switched into one of my babydolls and got comfortable in my bed, but for a good couple of hours, all I could do was stare at the ceiling. There was no sadness, no anger. Just…confusion. Not even my wolf could help me understand why I had allowed Tristan to get so close. I promised myself I wouldn’t let him try anything, yet when he did, I couldn’t react.
Whatever bond that had once pulled us together, it
