Roxana Tristan. The name alone steals every ounce of air from my lungs. Panic crashes into me so hard that my stomach twists violently, and I almost give out. My body reacts before my mind does. I wrench myself away from Daniel as if his hands burn me. Hurt flashes in his eyes, but my focus is on the man standing by the doorway. Rainwater drips from Tristan’s black hair onto the wooden floor. His clothes cling to his body. His chest rises and falls as he stares at me. Anger shimmers in the depths of his green eyes. “It’s... it’s not what you think.” My shaky legs dart forward, straight to him. But he steps away, as if he can't stand the thought of getting close to me. Something inside my chest shatters. “I searched for you, tore the world apart to get to you, and you were here? With him?” I shake my head, no. Please. He takes one single step forward, and I instinctively step back. “Hiding, trying to become someone else. Why? Because everything I gave to you was
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