As if thunderstruck, Tristan's blue eyes bulged hard at the unnerving sight before him.
A violent thump rocked his heart out of nowhere, pushing his impulsive urge that he dragged the blond back into the main bedroom and shoved him on the bed, pouncing on him with his big palm locking the latter's slender wrists on top of his head.
"Look at me!" He growled as he grabbed the porcelain cheeks beneath him and forced the blond to face him. "You... who are you exactly?! There's no way you are Kyran!"
So what if he wasn't exactly Kyran? What difference would it make?
After all, that demon of a hollow soul was still a part of Ryley. A fraction of his mind, like he himself admitted last time.
If Tristan weren't too dense to notice it, he would know that it wasn't Kyran who currently controlled this body of an Omega named Yves Maraz.
And if he weren't so dumb to not realize it, he would know how deep of a danger he had got himself into.