You Concern Me.

Tristan D'Leon's POV

"Oh yeah. I'm damn ready," I muttered under my breath, closing my eyes and bracing myself.

10… 9… 8… 7… 6… 5… 4… 3… 2…

Ping!!!!!!!

A loud, deafening sound tore through the silence, sharp and piercing, forcing me to clamp my hands over my ears. The sheer intensity of it made my head throb, and for a moment, it felt like the world was coming apart.

Then, silence.

Too much silence.

Confusion seeped into my bones as I slowly lifted my head from my lap, my heart hammering against my ribs. I hesitated before cracking one eye open, then the other.

The room was… untouched.

No flames. No smoke. No shattered walls.

Nothing.

I was still sitting on the floor, whole and unscathed. The air didn't carry the acrid burn of explosives, nor did I feel the heat of destruction.

Damn. Someone found the bomb?