Chapter 116

• The word rapist echoed in Tristan’s ears, as he took a step back from the stone-cold statue of his former best friend before him, who only had disgust and rage for Tristan in his eyes now.
• Tristan unlocked his eyes from Roth’s as his gaze slowly slipped to Roth’s feet, and he felt his hand drop back his cheek. He could not bear that look in Roth’s eyes, not when he had been used to those eyes always crinkling up in laughter at the sight of him.
• Not when he had felt the warmth of those eyes when they radiated with love for Tristan when Tristan was recovering from his accident. Not the eyes that Tristan had been so used to winking at him playfully, not the eyes that Tristan’s soul had melted into.