*Tristan*

Rose is looking at me with a confused expression on her face as she puzzles over my question. “Cora?” she repeats. “Who the hell is Cora?”

I nod, not surprised that she doesn’t know who I’m talking about. I didn’t know who the girl was either until a recent conversation I had with Mark. I hope I haven’t missed any other important mind-link messages while Mark and I were going back and forth.

“That woman who came in with Trevor to tell us that Eli ...