Chapter 124 Firece Confrontation

~Hailey's POV~

The door opened before my second knock landed.

Tristan stood in the frame in a gray gym shirt and black joggers, barefoot, his curls flattened on one side like he'd been lying on them. The skin under his eyes was bruise-dark. He hadn't slept either. He looked at me, at my soaked hood...

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