Marrying the Man in the Dark

“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.

and nudged the door ajar.

mask, his face displaying a

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

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

the kid with Patricia? Yeah, turns out he’s yours. Guess

hitched, fear

spend your money once you kick the bucket. As

to sob uncontrollably, his eyes pleading with Tristan, silently begging him not

son. I’ve done what I had to do for you. This mess is on

threw those words out, rose with an icy demeanor,

silence with Damien. He simply turned and strolled away from the hospital.