Chapter 133

Tristan gave a slight nod, and the two walked in together. As they moved down the cold, dim corridor, they stepped into the morgue. There was a body lying on the autopsy table, covered with a white sheet. Ryan stepped up and pulled the sheet back. "See if this is Wyatt." The corpse's facial livor stood out starkly against the pale skin, with dried blood still clinging at the corner of his mouth. This guy used to be arrogant as hell—untouchable even. Now, all that's left is a cold, lonely corpse. That smugness? Gone with him. Tristan barely gave the body a glance before looking away. He could recognize Wyatt even if he were reduced to ashes. Ever since he came back to the Reid family, Wyatt and Sophia had made his life miserable. That went on for years, up until he left for college abroad. Now Wyatt was dead, and his mother was sentenced to execution next month. Sophia had filed an appeal, sure—but Tristan had pulled some strings and had it shut down, just like that. Justice served. "I'