—Ellie— 

   The moment Tristan picked me up the next morning, I knew it wasn’t for a run. For one, he was too early, and second he was only in his briefs. I tore my gaze away from his body.

    “We need to record additional motivation for your uncle,” Tristan explained. “Come.”

    I perched on the bed, not moving an inch. Another recording? When I didn’t follow his command, Tristan raised his eyebrows. 

   “Come,” he said with more ...