TREVOR
I found Tristan exactly where I expected. He was in the darkest part of the castle. In the east wing. He was heading towards our beloved father's room.
"Come on, Tan. Stop being so cruel," I said, letting my voice dramatically echo off the cold, spooky walls.
Tristan didn't even flinch. He just turned and gave me one of those big-brother glares that screamed 'you breathing offends me.'
"Stop being so clingy." He snapped. But I knew he didn't hate it.
I gasped. "I just love you."
He rolled his eyes and kept walking. Naturally, I followed. I loved to do so. Because why wouldn't I tail my favorite angry sibling all the way to our even angrier father's chamber?
