Page 126 of Lorcan's Obsession

I knew that voice.

That angelic voice had soothed me when I was afflicted, laughed at my jokes, and screamed my name in ecstasy during countless nights of pleasure.

She came into view holding a glass of red wine, still wearing the red booty shorts I’d spotted her in at the mall.

Those stunning green eyes widened in horror.

"Shit!" Her hand flew to her mouth to cover her shocked scream.

The long-stemmed wine glass slipped from her hand and shattered into a million pieces on the white-marbled floor. An ugly burgundy pool of lies tainted the once pristine floor, and my disbelieving eyes stared at the sight before me.

Tristen had a whole other secret family?