Chapter 18: Ice Cream and Passion

Tristan

I wasn’t expecting Emily to come with me back to my home and to be honest, part of me wanted her to say no, to reject my offer. I half expected her to say that she just wanted to go back home to her apartment, that she didn’t care if Baltazar was after her.

But the better part of me was relieved that she agreed to come, and the Pull had only tugged at the desire I felt for her and while I drove her home, my conscience was battling with the pull, telling me to not do this. That I was only going to bring more trouble for her than she realized. But I didn’t. My father made a lot of mistakes, and I was making mine, but the way I felt for Emily made me believe that she was anything but a mistake.