Chapter 95

Tristan’s P.O.V

I blinked at the cream-colored envelope like it had crawled up from the floor all on its own. The seal was still intact, a golden S pressed into wax so rich-looking it practically sneered at my filth. My hands were trembling as I held it, and not from the cold. No. It was the damn ha...

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