Chapter 115

• Tristan’s face went white and he felt his knees almost give way, not because his best friend had accused him, but because the person standing before him seemed more like a stranger than a best friend.
• His eyes started to go red as he looked down to hide them and shook his head slightly, “You think that, don’t you?” His voice shook as he spoke. Then he looked up at Roth, hiding his red eyes no longer his priority, “If I wanted to rape you, Roth, I would have done that ages ago. I have had many chances.”
• Tristan's voice was on the verge of breaking as he fixed his red, glassy eyes on Roth, who stared at him with a look of betrayal, “So, did your penis accidentally fall into my hole? Tristan, why did you do this to me?”