Astrid

Once we were back in Bridgewater, I dropped Tristan off outside of his apartment. He was oddly quiet and avoided my eyes when he said goodbye. It left a sour taste in my mouth, but after how things went with Charles, I figured he just needed space to cool off.

“It’ll be fine,” Eddie assured me as we drove back to the packhouse.

“I know,” I said. I didn’t believe it, though. “Thank you for coming with me.”

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