YELENA

My mind had been restless for a whole week. No peace. No quiet. Just Tristan.

He was everywhere in my head even when he wasn’t here. His voice, his eyes, the way he looked at me like I still belonged to him. Like he could reach out and take me back.

He wouldn’t stop saying it either.

You’re mine, Yelena.

Mine.

As if he hadn’t been the one who pushed me away. As if he hadn’t divorced me, used me, broken me, and walked off like I was nothing more than a bad choice he ...