TRISTAN

"Say yes," I heard her mother’s voice, and then Nyra’s, cutting through the haze of the room, assisting me.

Yelena blinked, her gaze shifting as if she were shaking off a long, heavy dream.

She looked at me, her eyes clearing, and a slow, tired smile spread across her face. She nodded, her fingers trembling as she reached toward me. "I'm sorry," she whispered. "Yes, I'll marry you, Tristan Crosswood."

The room erupted. Claps and cheers echoed off the walls, and even Claire ...