Dylan
I had finally begun to catch my breath a bit, but my heart was still racing like it was trying to find a way to burst out of my chest. We were in the black car with black seats and blacked out windows. Somehow it felt oddly satisfying being surrounded by this color.
Strange that such a color could be soothing. For some reason it felt like it helped soothe the burning inside my veins. I had been on a sort of high from the moment I agreed to HER help earlier.
Seeing Nico watch Tristan as he came out of the woods with Cruz didn't make things any better. I knew I was being selfish; I was hoping that he would be able to forgive me for the pain he had felt when he thought Cruz had died.
My brother and I had brought him back to him and deep down I hoped that this would make us somewhat even, if that was at all possible.
