The woman beside him had a pleading look on her face and without realizing it, he slowly released Ryan. Something in him instantly began to calm, like a burning fire doused with water until her image shifted.
Right before his eyes, the person he was seeing as Celine transformed to Erica and realization instantly slammed into him.
It wasn't her!
"Tristan, please be calm. I'm sure he didn't mean to upset you. Come with me, I'll help you relax." Erica said in a sugary voice, there was a hint of triumph in her eyes as he seemed to have calmed under her touch, but that triumph didn't last too long when he suddenly flung her arm off himself and stormed out of the room.
She stood frozen in place, a sharp but quiet tension radiating across the room.
George Blakewood watched his grandson leave, his aged eyes concealing a trace of pain.
In this world, he only wanted one thing...his grandson's happiness.
