Tristan’s P.O.V

I woke up with a splitting headache tearing right through my skull, like someone had wedged a knife behind my eyes. My ears were ringing, but even through that, I could hear sirens in the distance…faint at first, then growing, growing, until they felt like they were heading straight for me. I blinked hard, trying to get my vision to focus, only to realize I was still lying in that damned alley, the same one where I cornered Sophia.

Trash bags were half-torn ...