Unlocking the cell, he stepped inside and gestured for me to join him in the bathroom. "Let me see your wrists," he ordered quietly.
I held them over the sink, and Tristan unwrapped my makeshift bandages. Then he gently cleaned my injuries, his touch surprisingly gentle. I winced as he poured peroxide over them, but I didn't pull away.
When they were clean, he bandaged my wrists again with real gauze this time. With a finger under my chin, he lifted my faceto his until I was forced to meet his hard gaze. "Don't do that again."
I dropped my eyes. I wouldn't make a promise I didn't know that I'd be able to keep.
Releasing me, he took a step back. "I'm tired," he said. "It's been a long night."
I closed my eyes, the thought of sleeping on that hard floor almost too much.
"Bring what you want with you."
Wait. What?
He left me standing in the bathroom. I watched him walk out of the cell, leaving the door wide open. The bedroom door too.
Unplugging my new cell phone, I hurried out after him. But in the hallway, I paused, not sure which way to go. After what had happened earlier, I didn't think he'd want me anywhere near him unless my hands were bound.
"Are you coming?"
My head whipped around, and I found him standing in the doorway to his room.
"Yeah," I told him. "Yes. I'm coming."
He closed the door behind me and waited for me to use the bathroom and get into bed before he turned off the light and joined me, laying on top of the comforter like he had earlier. "Do I need to tie your hands?"
"No. Absolutely not."
"Good." Rolling over onto his side, he put his back to me.
Slipping under the covers, I pulled them up to my chin and closed my eyes.
I woke to the sound of Tristan's voice, low and rough, as he spoke on the phone in Italian. I laid still, trying to make out what he was saying, but my wrists were throbbing, and I had to pee. Plus, I knew very little Italian. Only what I'd picked up playing poker at the club.
Slowly, I opened my eyes to find him watching me from the chair across the room, showered and fully dressed in one of his expensive suits.
Throwing off the blankets, I hurried into the bathroom. There was an extra toothbrush laying by the sink, still in its wrapper.
When I came back out, bladder relieved, face washed, teeth brushed, and hair wrestled into something that no longer resembled a bird's nest, I found him waiting for me. "What is it?" Something was wrong. I could feel it, even though his expression revealed nothing.
He rose from the chair, sliding his phone into the inside pocket of his coat. There was a gun strapped to his side. When he reached me, he took my face in his hands and kissed me hard, his lips moving on mine like he'd never kiss me again.
Still holding my face, he pulled away and pressed his forehead to mine. "Luna," he whispered, his voice hoarse. "You shouldn't be here."
I went to reach for him and stopped. My heart began to pound as a surge of panic filled me. "What do you mean?"
"You should go," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "I should let you go."
CHAPTER 13
Tristan
"What? Wait. Wait!" she yelled.
I stopped, but didn't turn around. Just stared straight ahead. Because I was afraid if I looked at her, I'd throw her back in the cell and never let her out again. Just so I could keep her forever.
It was selfish of me. Keeping her had never been my intention. Although, honestly, I'd never really thought much about what I would do with her once I had her here. I only knew Iwantedher. And Gino couldn't have her anymore.
