Chapter 68

—Ellie—

I was up early the next morning and blinked against the soft light streaming in through the window. I had barely slept, and not just because of my twin’s erratic schedule. Worry for Tristan had haunted my sleep. I got myself and my babies ready before I headed downstairs, carrying them on my hips. Following the scent of coffee and bacon, I made my way into the kitchen but stopped in the doorway. Adam, Savio, and Damian were sitting around the kitchen table while Kate was stirring something in a big pot.

All eyes turned to me, and I swayed on my feet. I’d always been the enemy, the captive, and now I was what? A guest? An intruder? “Good morning,” I said then turned to Damian, fear clogging my throat. “How is he?”

“Stable. A few broken bones, bruises, rupture of the spleen. He’s upstairs, knocked out with pain meds.”

“He won’t like that one bit,” Savio said grinning.

“You know he prefers pain to being helpless