Chapter 295

Oliver looked grim as he gripped Karl's hand. "Tristan's not doing well." Karl gave a sharp nod. "Don't worry. With Luna here, he'll make it through." Luna grinned, patting her chest confidently. "Relax! As long as I'm here, Tristan's not going down on my watch!" The three walked into the house with the four Lewis brothers and headed upstairs. As soon as they stepped inside the bedroom, the thick scent of blood hit them hard. Karl rushed over and gasped—just under three months apart and Tristan looked like he'd been through hell. His cheeks were sunken, eyes hollow, skin deathly pale, and his body thin as paper. If not for his faintly rising chest, Karl would've thought he was already gone. Luna tugged at Karl's sleeve, whispering, "This the 'breathtakingly handsome' man you talked about?" Karl nodded. "That's him." She raised a brow, "This the guy Megan fell for? The one she dumped you for?" Karl's face darkened. "Can you not bring that up now?" Luna remained carefree. "The features a