TRISTAN

"No fighting, Tristan," she said, her voice turning serious. She knew exactly where I was going and who I was going to see.

She knew the beast that lived inside me might roar for blood. "Please."

"I'll try," I promised, though we both knew it was a thin vow.

I walked out of the house into the cool morning air.

Two of my guards were standing by the black SUV, their heads snapping down in a bow as I approached.

I considered driving myself. I wanted solitude, but I changed my ...