Tristan's Point Of View
I woke up feeling groggy, and once again I was sore all over. It was still dark outside, and ultimately dark in Cole's room. I sat up and noticed I was dressed in my pajamas again, and Cole was still out cold. There was blood on his sheets underneath him, but his dressings around his torso were clean. Suddenly, I felt an unexpected elation deep in my chest, it wasn't my happiness. I poked Cole's cheek, but he didn't even twitch.
"Ahem... Tristan." I heard a deep whisper, and gasped.
I turned toward the sound, and found a shirtless Ferdinand leaning against the door. My eyes widened at the stoic man watching me in the dark. Sylvester talked about his presence, but I didn't sense him at all until I heard him.
"Will you come with me?" He asked.
