Awry

6

Every piece of Tristan was screaming internally.

His lungs. His head. His heart.

He’d never experienced anything more excruciating in all of his existence.

But it was the best thing he’d ever felt.

Because pain—sickening, life-draining pain…pain that brought him to his knees and invaded his soul—this kind of pain always meant one thing.

Scarlet was alive.

His heart climbed up his chest. Eager. Desperate. Devouring the familiar pull of Scarlet’s heart. The agony made it impossible for him to move without groaning, but he didn’t care.

Because Scarlet was alive.

He could feel her raging heart beating with more fever than ever before, resounding in his chest and slowly bringing purpose back to his soul.