in the armchair, his face ashen, his hands trembling sligh

red, staring blankly at the

e; she only saw the raw, desperate boy she'd rescued from that Brooklyn club three years ago. She had spent thre

s chest hardened into

door swung open. A tall, broad-shouldered man strode in. He wore a perfectly tail

an Cromwell.

stant on the way in. He walked straight past Alexis as if he were a piece of furniture. He

The lobby is crawling with reporters." He reached up and ruffled her hair, a

n just a fraction. "Tristan," she said, lo

his tone leaving no room for argument. "He sent me to fetch you before you did something th

eyes. A sharp, bitter spike of jealousy pierced through his shock. Wh

ng Alexis for the first time. His eyes were

rt nod. "Congratulations on your awa

Blair, his expression softening. "Let's go. The car is waiting at the pr

her coat, preparing to leav

blurted out.

at Alexis over her shoulder. Her eyes were empty,

ory smile. He stepped closer to Blair, pla

is voice dropping low and sharp.