Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 65

Chapter 65 A Shared Past

Chapter 65 A Shared Past

“Did you give Tristan that bruise on his head?”

Gillian shook her head with mock wisdom. “Nope, that one was your drunk commander’s doing He decided to plant Tristan in the ground like a carrot.”

Even Merrick hadn’t expected a level-six beastman like Tristan to have such a fragile skull. He swore he had only swung the shovel twice.

Lucian felt his chest squeeze tight.

Not one of these people was easy on his nerves. Who skipped sleep in the dead of night just to plant

carrots?

“I’ve already called Sylas over. He’s more qualified on the medical side than I am.”

Watching Lucian’s expression frost over by the second, Gillian figured she had taken his money, so the least she could do was get the ambulance running properly for him.

“You’re my brother?”

Tristan had been silent the whole time. He only spoke up after a long pause.

Only then did Gillian catch a faint family resemblance between the two.

“Yes.”

Watching his little brother in this state, Lucian couldn’t tell if it was a good thing or a bad one. Everything would have to wait until he got back from Goldspine.

Tristan studied the face on the screen, trying to place it, but his head was empty and the features refused to match anything in it.

“Oh.

“Tristan, listen to what Gillian tells you. She won’t hurt you.”

The way Lucian put it made even Gillian off to the side feel her cheeks warm. She might not lift a finger. but once she did, somebody was going down.

Tristan didn’t quite know what to say either. Gillian was the one who had put him in this state, and now his own brother was telling him to listen to her.

So they couldn’t be blood after all.

“Oh.”

He trusted none of them. He would have to save himself.

“So where am I supposed to stay in the meantime?”

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Tristan’s blank, stranger-like expression left even Lucian unsure how to proceed

Luckily, barring any surprises, Lucian would be back by tomorrow.

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“Sit tight until I come for you. Gillian is the commander’s wife. As long as you don’t cross her, she won’t hold anything against you.”

What Lucian really meant was simple. Gillian had every trick in the book, Tristan couldn’t take her in b fight, and pushing his luck would only land him in deeper trouble.

“Oh.”

Tristan’s head clearly wasn’t in great shape. His agreement landed without much weight behind it.

“You’re really leaving him with me?”

Gillian couldn’t make sense of it. Was Lucian really Tristan’s blood brother? His little brother was in this state, and he was still comfortable parking him here?

“I’ve already wired you his living expenses. That’s the last of my money.”

Gillian could only stare.

Lucian, eldest son of the Lawson family, actually didn’t have a coin to his name?

Lucian didn’t belabor the point. With a serious expression, he asked Gillian a favor. “Ma’am, just hold the line until I get back. I’ll collect him personally then, and you can keep every coin.”

Gillian could rough Tristan up all she liked, just don’t finish him off before Lucian got back.

“Colonel Lawson, I’ll be waiting.”

Gillian gave a polite nod and a smile. She wasn’t quite that cold-blooded.

Just then, Sylas’ voice carried in from outside, in conversation with Mabel.

Lucian glanced at someone beside him and abruptly cut the call.

Gillian figured something must have come up on his end. The background behind him looked like he was on the way to Goldspine with Merrick.

“Ma’am.”

Sylas, dressed head to toe in white, crossed quickly from the doorway to Gillian, with Mabel leading him

Ever since learning Gillian was Merrick’s mate, Sylas had grown subtly more respectful in his bearing

toward her.

Tristan sat quietly at the table, his gaze unfocused and dim.

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Sylas’ arrival barely registered with him.

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Something felt off to Sylas. He turned to Gillian. “Ma’am, you mentioned Tristan got hurt in some kind of accident. What happened?”

“Took a heavy blow to the head. But he’s got a hard skull. Didn’t kill him.”

Sylas wasn’t sure he had heard that right.

The bruise across Tristan’s forehead was massive. Whatever had hit him had landed with a/wide impac

surface.

Watching Tristan look at him like a complete stranger, Sylas felt a flicker of unease.

“Tris, it’s me, Sylas.”

“Sylas? I’m sorry, I don’t know you.”

Tristan’s expression was listless. “Gillian said you could treat me. Can we start? My head won’t stop pounding.”

Sylas couldn’t wrap his head around it. He had just patched Tristan up yesterday, and now the kid couldn’t remember a thing.

A note of hesitation crept into Sylas’ voice.

“Ma’am, was this your doing, or did he take a spill on his own?”

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