the hotel window.
Devon saw it first. He’d moved to check Sebastian’s vitals, but his gaze caught on Colette’s wrist and froze. His hand shot out, gripping Tristan’s arm hard enough to bruise. “Tris,” he said urgently, his voice low and tight. “Don’t treat him. Call the police. Now.”
“What?” Tristan turned to his partner, confused. “What are you talking continue reading …
