Chapter 37: Memory Is a Cruel Thing
The fight erupts again.
History repeating itself.
But Tristana doesn't watch this time.
She feels.
The bond—broken, jagged, incomplete—reacts.
Every hit Justin takes—
She feels it.
Every surge of his anger—
Echoes inside her.
And suddenly—
It comes back.
Not all at once.
Not clean.
But enough.
The hospital.
His eyes.
The way her heart once knew him instantly.
The moment she said—
I reject you.
She screams.
And the world stops.