Chapter 68

• —Ellie—
• I was up early the next morning and blinked against the soft light streaming in through the window. I had barely slept, and not just because of my twin’s erratic schedule. Worry for Tristan had haunted my sleep. I got myself and my babies ready before I headed downstairs, carrying them on my hips. Following the scent of coffee and bacon, I made my way into the kitchen but stopped in the doorway. Adam, Savio, and Damian were sitting around the kitchen table while Kate was stirring something in a big pot.
• All eyes turned to me, and I swayed on my feet. I’d always been the enemy, the captive, and now I was what? A guest? An intruder? “Good morning,” I said then turned to Damian, fear clogging my throat. “How is he?”