Chapter 13: Eyes Wide Open
Giselle
What the hell am I doing?
I ask myself for the millionth time since I woke up in Tristan’s arms several days ago. I can’t deny that s*x with Tristan is not the stuff that fantasies are made of. However, I have to consider why I’ve stuck around. There’s no way I will be Tristan’s mate, and I clarified that to him. However, I can’t pretend it didn’t irritate me when he readily agreed that he shouldn’t be my mate. I mean, shouldn’t he be destroyed by my indifference? I’m his freaking mate, and he should begging me to accept the bond.
As those thoughts flitter through my mind, I realize how messed up they are. I’m the one who told Tristan I didn’t want to be mated, and he’s respecting my wishes, which should gratify me. So, why aren’t I happy with his ac
