Desperate Measures

Sloane's POV

I lay on the bed wide awake. I can't sleep, and I don't have the strength to stand up either. I don't have the ability to do anything. For the past few days, I have been feeling like shit, and I know the reason for it.

Tristan Beaumont. His wedding is only five days away. It all feels like a dream. A deadly dream I desperately want to escape from.

How did we get here? Why did I do tha