Three days.

It's been three whole days of sitting in this room, waiting for Tristan to come yell at me, and nothing.

Just silence and meals delivered by maids who wouldn't look me in the eye and the terrible, aching emptiness where his presence should have been.

I'd tried the mind-link so many times I'd lost count. Every attempt met with the same wall of silence. Like he'd shut me out completely. Like I didn't even exist to him anymore.

On the fourth day, I stopped trying. What was the ...