Chapter 36

I looked at my phone, it was already past one in the morning. "Another stop? Tristan, it's late."

"Trust me," he said, and something in his voice told me this was important. "There's something I want to show you."

We drove through empty streets, the city asleep around us except for the occasional taxi or late-night delivery truck. The air was cool against my face, carrying the scents of night-blooming flowers and the promise of dawn still hours away.

When Tristan finally ...