Tristan ran his fingers through his hair, the gesture rough with frustration. "Rose isn't in the mood to talk to anyone.""You keep speaking for her, Tris." Liam's voice was sharp, edged with something that bordered on desperation. "She isn't a kid."He hadn't come all the way here to be pushed around like some unwanted salesman at the door. He had come for Rose, for answers, for a chance to fight for something he believed in with every fiber of his being.Tristan sighed, the sound heavy with resignation. "Fine. Just wait here."Liam froze, his expression flickering with disbelief. "You won't let me in?""If she wants to see you, then I'll let you in." Tristan's voice was flat, final, brooking no argument. "But before then, no."He shut the door before Liam could utter another word, the click of the lock echoing through the quiet hallway like a period at the end of a sentence.When he returned to the bedroom, Rose sighed
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