Zoey’s POV
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The moment I opened my eyes I saw Tristan holding my phone in his hand and growling like an animal at someone.
“You have half an hour to come here, or otherwise I will be hunting you, motherfucker, and believe me. You will dream to be dead when I finish with you!” and then our eyes met and all that anger, all those horrible emotions he was facing stopped and he smiled at me. He must be sick in his head or bipolar or something like that, because you can’t curse someone and in the next second give me that perfect genuine smile.
I see him ending the call and coming in my direction and I am able to do it by backing into a corner of his sofa and holding my knees at my chest. I look around trying to find a way to escape from here, I am afraid even if deep inside my heart I feel
