"I've explained this a thousand times..."

"You've lied a thousand times," Tristan corrected. "There's a difference."

"Believe what you want." I shrugged, forcing my expression back to neutral. "But right now, while you're standing here arguing with me, Delilah is down in that cell. Alone and scared and probably wondering why the man who claimed her hasn't bothered to check if she's okay."

I could see the words hitting their mark. Tristan's expression flickered with guilt, anger, pain, all ...