TRISTAN

I ignored Jackson.

I didn’t even look at him.

If he wanted a reaction from me, he wasn’t going to get it.

Yelena tried to sit up, slow and stubborn like always, like her body didn’t just go through hell.

I moved before she could, pressing my hand to her shoulder and easing her back down.

“Let me...” Her brows pulled together, and she slapped my hand away as if I’d offended her. “I want to see him.”

Of course she did.

My jaw tightened, but I stood up anyway, ...