His face changed impossibly dark and for the first time I was scared. I immediately got out of bed only to come to a halt and remember that I was changed. I stared at the change in unknown fear and then stared at the man who was on the verge of having a demonic transformation.
What had I done? I was always the one to control my tongue. How had I let it loose!
"You. . " He ground out and I could see the nerves on his neck growing more prominent by the moment passing. They were darkening in color. Tristan was controlling himself with everything he had. "Call. . Them . ."
Who? "Wh—" it hit me who he was talking about, "Solomon! Bert!" I screamed at the top of my lungs as the doors opened in a hurry and the two men fled into the room only to tackle Tristan down.
Vaughn entered the room and he tried to control the situation as well. I stared at the mess in front of me. Tristan was barely in control and I knew they could not tackle him much longer.
