Twisted By Blood

Dom pulled up outside Tristan’s condo, cutting the engine with a sigh. He hadn’t planned to come here, but after what had just happened with Elena, he needed a distraction. Something—anything—to shake off the tightness in his chest…

Also Tristan keeps sending weird ass messages. He's probably drunk doing some shit.

He stepped out of the car, adjusting the cuffs of his shirt, his expression smooth,