Hothead (Hothead #1)

Chapter 98

Nick

My cheeks are wet with tears. Charlie grips my shoulder, his eyes wide and damp.

“He’s alive,” I choke out.

Tristan is alive.

Tristan is alive, and he loves me.

Fuck the difficulty. Fuck the rubble. So help me, I will find him. And then I won’t ever let go again.

I glare at the hole where the ambulance used to be, and then meet Charlie’s gaze. My determination is mirrored in his eyes.

He nods once.

I nod back. “Time to move a mountain.”