YELENA

“Stay away from me!” I yelled this time, louder, firmer like maybe volume would make him listen.

It didn’t.

Tristan moved faster than I expected and slammed me gently but firmly against the cold tiled wall. His hand caged the side of my head while his other arm blocked my escape.

“Why should I, huh?” he growled softly, his eyes boring into mine. “Why should I stay away after looking for you for years?”

My eyes widened. I blinked twice. Did I hear him clearly? Or did he ...