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“He’s got her,” I murmured, looking at the note, before lifting my head to look at Christian. “Tristan's got her.”
17
EVELYN
My head throbbedas I came to my senses, my mouth was parched, and I couldn’t move. My hands were restrained, my entire body hurting, but I couldn’t open my eyes. Panic lingered on the edges of my mind, but it couldn’t push through from the grogginess in my head.
Biting down on my lower lip, I forced my eyes to open, but I soon realized that only one of them could open. My right eye was swollen shut, and like a kaleidoscope of memories, the assault I went through kept flashing on.
Eddie.
Tristan.
The running trail.
A breath shuddered through me as I took in my surroundings, and as the damp smell slowly registered in my mind, I had to admit—I was fucking screwed.
Fear threatened to take over my body, but I pushed it down, deep into that little compartment I used for all the things I didn’t want to think about, and started planning. I was all alone, and as I looked left and then right, I knew that neither Eddie nor Tristan were here.
The bright light was hard to adjust to after being in darkness for I didn’t even know how long, but I subdued the whimpers trying to erupt from my body, and focused on the zip ties around my wrists, tying me to the chair I was sitting on.
Think, Evelyn. Fucking think.
The last thing I could remember was Tristan and that ugly sneer on his face, before he knocked me out. And now I was here—wherever here was.
The silence around me was suffocating, too heavy to handle, but I could do this. I could fucking survive this. I'd survived Eddie once, and I was going to do it again. This wasn’t going to be the end of me.
I looked down at my body, thankful to see my clothes still on me, intact, hopeful that the two of them wouldn’t do what Eddie intended to do back in Croyford Bay, when we were still together. I didn’t allow myself to get angry way too often. I got annoyed, slightly pissy, but never angry, because I knew nothing good would come out of it.
But today, right now, I was so fucking angry.
How dare they do this to me?
How dare they to try and fuck me up for their own sick little games?
The sound of the door opening and closing echoed through the warehouse, and I knew I wasn’t alone anymore. Footsteps rang through the air, two pairs of them, and before I could react or pretend to still be asleep, Eddie and Tristan walked in from my left and stopped right in front of me.
The sneer on Eddie’s face made my blood boil, but instead of focusing on him, I pushed myself to look at Tristan instead.
He looked so much like Cillian, but where Cillian’s eyes held warmth every time he looked at me, Tristan’s were hollow, void of any emotion. He almost looked bored, his skin sickly pale, and if those dark circles around his eyes were anything to go by, I would say that he wasn’t getting as much sleep as he should have.
Eddie opened his mouth to say something, but one look from Tristan shut him up. Interesting. Eddie wasn’t someone that liked taking orders from other people. Even at work, he got in fights more times than he should have, but they never let him go, thinking he was good at what he was doing. And maybe he was, but it was obvious that he wasn’t the one holding the reins anymore.
It was Tristan.
I knew I should have been a lot more worried. I was trapped in a room with two psychopaths—one who'd already tried to kill me, and the second one was most probably planning how to do it, but I felt calm. It washed over me slowly when I looked at Tristan again, his face blurry in front of my eyes, barely looking at him, but I held his gaze for as long as I could.
Working in a hotel, I’ve met so many different people. The ones that smiled at everyone, the ones that growled at every single person, but I have never met a person that stood so still while the current of anger swirled underneath his skin. Lips laced with poison, and eyes filled with pain—that was who Tristan was now.
“Are you just going to keep looking at me, or are you actually gonna do something?” I asked bravely. To hell with the caution and keeping my mouth shut. If they were going to kill me, sitting here quietly wouldn’t stop that.
And if they truly wanted me gone, they could’ve killed me on that path.
But no. I was here to entertain them, to get them to the one person they wanted to get. Maybe not Eddie, since his focus was solely on me, while that anger I was familiar with flashed through his eyes. But Tristan—Tristan wanted me here to spite his brother.
He wanted to show him how much it hurt.
“Shut your mouth,” Eddie growled at me, taking a step forward, when Tristan pulled him back, glowering at him. All that bravado, all that strength that Eddie prided himself on, suddenly extinguished. His shoulders dropped, his eyes downcast, and the grin I tried to suppress won over, spreading over my face.
