424 Reunited – II

Tristan was here, in the flesh, in front of me.

The feeling of being in that cold, feeling prison room that was beneath the ground, returned to me and I shivered.

I stood up, not caring for my shivering legs, because I knew that Tristan would never let me fall. It must have been the urge to go to him that I found the strength to stand up and take a few steps towards him before I could take one more, Tristan had already recovered the distance.

He pulled me in his arms, hugging me to his chest and inhaling right where his mark was on my neck. I chuckled, relishing the feeling of him again.

"I thought I would never meet you again. I will never touch you again.." I whimpered, grasping his hair to make it real.

"You thought wrong," He growled, " that would never happen."

It would not. I knew that.

I pulled away from him and lowered his head to my mouth. He pulled away and tsked. I frowned, not understanding why he would pull away.