Tristan's eyes, icy and unyielding, narrowed as he listened.
Instead of becoming more offended, however, he released Yves abruptly, prompting the latter to gasp for breath.
A sharp glint crossed his blue eyes as he withdrew from the bed with icy cold chuckles echoing in the confined space.
Yves lay there for a moment, his chest heaving as he recovered from the assault.
The tension in the air was palpable, the silence between them filled with unspoken threats and a simmering rage.
Just as Tristan was about to walk out of the secluded cabin, Yves leaped from the bed and yanked the man's arm, preventing him from leaving. "Where are you taking me?! Where is Lucas?!"
Tristan raised an eyebrow, his tone casual yet menacing. "Answers aren't free, you know," he said, stepping closer to Yves.
His towering figure loomed over the Omega, cornering him against the cabin wall.