"She's gone now!" Emily yelled to Tristan who was still hiding in her room, but he didn't come out. 'What the hell is he doing in there?' she thought as she opened her bedroom door.
Tristan was seated on her bed casually skipping through her drawing book and didn't even look up when Emily entered the room. Her eyes widened and she reached for it, but Tristan had the reflexes of a sly fox.
"Where did you get that?" she angrily questioned.
"It was in Darniel's hand," Tristan told her.
"His name is Blake," Emily countered, narrowing her eyes at him.
He rose a brow, "Are you saying I don't know the face of my own younger brother?"
"Darniel didn't have a brother," she countered again.
A smirk rose to Tristan's lips as he said, "So, it is you."
Emily furrowed her brows, "What is that supposed to mean?" Then she realized he played her to reveal which personality currently owned the body.
