In the face of enemies

The connection and friendship between Tristan and I became awkward. But, somehow, I felt things had gone over the edge between us, and it made me nervous, cranky, and always shy around him.

He insisted that it wasn't a night of mistakes, but a pleasant one. Well, I had different thoughts about it. I didn't want to throw caution to the wind while we had lots of important matters to attend to. For me, it was always going to be business, before pleasure.

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I still hadn't met with Elena, except after the time at the hospital. I was dying to meet her, and avenge my father's death, which I knew she was solely responsible for.

''You still haven't said anything about Khloe and Kyle,'' Tristan reminded me one morning during breakfast, making me drop my cup of coffee on the table. Emily... I had forgotten all about her.

''I'm going to pay them a visit at the right time,'' I responded to him, taking a bite from my bread, ''But, for now, I need to tackle Elena and Jordan. Most especially Elen