Tristan’s P.O.V

I froze before them, my stomach twisting into knots I hadn’t felt in years. Because I knew the three figures who were sitting on my makeshift bed…knew them well enough that the hair on my nape stood in attention.

Diego, Remy, and Damien…my so-called friends in prison, the men who had kept me alive when everything inside those walls wanted to crush me…were standing right in front of me. I never thought I’d see them again once I walked out and now here ...