Chapter 84

• Rose's POV
• Tristan burst into my room like a storm breaking a fragile glass—boots thudding, breath sharp, eyes wild. The door slammed behind him and for a second the world narrowed to the space between us. “What is this I hear? You agreed to be Damian’s mate?” His voice wasn’t a question so much as an accusation thrown like a spear.
• On the surface he looked furious, the kind of raw, protective anger my best friend wore when someone crossed me. But beneath the fury there was fear — a different, more personal kind of panic that made him look younger, more exposed. He cared. He always had. I could see it in the set of his jaw, in the way his hands curled at his sides, as if he wanted to physically tear the situation apart and reassemble it so none of us had to suffer.