YELENA

“Who is it?” Nyra asked, seeing my hesitation, her voice was laced with curiosity but it was soft.

“Tristan,” I muttered, barely looking at her.

Nyra’s eyes lit up. “Oh! That’s good, reply to him quickly!”

I pressed the power button and watched my phone go black.

Her mouth dropped open. “What?! Why would you do that?!” she almost yelled.

“Because I wanted to,” I muttered, hugging my knees. My voice cracked. “Why is he texting me now? I’ve been with you ...