Tristan D'Leon's POV
The moment Jade stepped into her room, I turned on my heel and made my way to mine. I had no interest in sticking around to hear Damon spout more of his usual nonsense.
I needed rest. Not after those intense hours at the hotel. My body might be immortal, but exhaustion still weighed on me.
As soon as I entered my room, I went straight to the windows, drawing the curtains shut until not a single sliver of light crept in. Darkness swallowed the space, save for the faint glow of a single candle flickering atop my nightstand. I didn't need much light, and I certainly couldn't afford any risks.
Jade was here. I could feel her presence, her heartbeat, her very breath like a quiet hum beneath my skin. I would know the moment she tried to leave the mansion. And yet, the paranoia remained. What if I fell asleep and she slipped away? What if the sun caught me off guard? That was a disaster I couldn't afford.