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15: Tristan's POV

Author: Still Iv
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The hum of the engine was steady, but inside my head, everything rattled.

The road stretched out ahead, a gray ribbon under the dying light of the evening. My grip on the steering wheel was tight, knuckles pale, as I replayed the scene in the headmistress’s office over and over again.

Of all the people Eloise could’ve picked a fight with… it had to be her. Ruby Padre.

And of all the people that I could have met today it just had to be him.

Saint Padre.

I could still see the man’s face as if he were sitting beside me. Calm, unreadable, dangerous in his stillness.

The way he silenced two grown women with just a glance had said everything I needed to remember: Saint Padre wasn’t someone you crossed and lived to boast about it.

I knew that world too well. It was one that I had lived in for so long. A world that had stained my hands red with the blood of men that had made enemies out of me or the dangerous men that I worked for.

A world that I had believed that I had escaped up until now
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