Surge Of Revenge

CHAPTER 123

(TRISTAN'S P. O. V.)

A turmoil of emotions churns within me; I barely slept the previous night, and the foreboding feeling of anxiety overwhelmed me more, every passing second. The inability to think clearly and coherently was dominant in my mind, clearing away and covering every other thing. I was worried; worried about Aria, and what she was dragging herself into. What if something went wrong, what if it was too late by the time I had gotten there? Her ability to stand up for herself and go with her mind made her very admirably independent, but extremely impulsive at the same time.

I got out of my room, my trunk ready for my journey and to be taken down to be put in the car by the maids. I headed for Andrew's room, looking to bid him a farewell before I left. Entering his room, I saw him sitting by the window and looking outside, lost in thought. The boy amazed me, his eyes held wisdom far beyond his age. Anytime he said anything, it sounded like the words of someone w