—Tristan—  

    After claiming Eleanor, I left her in the bed. I needed time to gather my fucking thoughts. I went to my bedroom and put on briefs but didn’t bother cleaning my thighs or face. It was late in the evening, so Kate should still be in her bedroom with Damian.  

   I could still taste her, sweet and metallic. The sweetest triumph of my life.

    Fuck. This woman … 

    I fixed myself a drink, a bourbon, then leaned against the bar, ...