Instead of answering the question, Tristan let out a cold, derisive scoff, his voice dripping with disdain. "You're not that clueless. You must have considered some possibilities by now. Why don't you enlighten me then? Let's see if your answer holds any merit."
Yves bit his lower lip, his brows knitting together in frustration. He heaved a deep, shaky sigh before speaking, "Rayven…" The name was laced with anger as it left his lips. "…Did he really come back from death?"
Tristan squinted teasingly, rubbing his chin with a mocking grin. "Yes, but you know it's impossible for him to make it back here on his own after you killed him in the previous reality. Not that it matters much to me." He shrugged nonchalantly.
The Omega swallowed the bitterness that surged within him at Tristan's words.
His chest tightened involuntarily, a flicker of fear flashing in his surprised gaze as his fists clenched on their own.