Dark Secrets of the Blind Husband

“Do you want me to give you face? What good will that do? Will your ‘face’ bring my Mom and Dad back or keep Cherry’s mom safe? Come on, Tris!”

Silence hung heavy, punctuated by Tristan’s stunned blink. He knew Damien wouldn’t be easy, but this? Not even a sliver of consideration?

Meanwhile, Maeve, perched on the sofa, arched an eyebrow. “Hey, Dame, give the guy a break. Tristan’s practically begging. Don’t be so mean.”

Damien’s laugh was like a cold wind. His eyes, once warm, turned into glaciers. “What if it was YOU he was pleading for? Would you cave just because Tris pulled this act? Would you let Raymond walk just because he’s on his knees?”

Maeve, with pursed lips, shook her head. “I wouldn’t agree, but I wouldn’t ice him out like this either.”

Tristan knew his cousins clung to the past, just like him. He couldn’t forget how his dad, Raymond, carved up his eye with a knife all those years ago.

Taking a deep breath, he glanced at Damien and asked, “Can I go in?”

Damien nodded.

pivoted and nudged the door

hospital room, Raymond wore an oxygen mask, his face displaying a palette of bruises, all inflicted

down his face in an instant. Words choked his throat, leaving him staring at Tristan like a lost puppy.

didn’t reach his eyes. “Surprised I dropped by? I

his lips. “Chad, the kid with Patricia? Yeah, turns out he’s yours. Guess what? They got kicked out

fear trembling through

Mom? She’s already planning with her gossip squad how to spend your money once you kick the bucket. As for me, I’ve said my piece and done

eyes pleading with Tristan, silently begging him not to abandon

wouldn’t be playing the obedient son. I’ve done what I

rose with an icy demeanor,

room, Tristan kept his silence with Damien.