Chapter Thirty-Four
Logan’s POV
Have I already mentioned that I hate this arrangement? Well, here we go again. I hate it so much that for the first time in more than half of my life, distress finds its way to me, keeping me on my feet, pacing the length of my room. I couldn’t bear to see the sight of my mate attending to my fiancée, so my room looked like the best choice I could get.
Forcing my legs still, I plop down onto the couch in one corner and stare at nothing in particular, my mind wheeling from the knowledge and the picture I have in my head. I am going to have to stop Trina one way or the other because I cannot take the sight of this.
The door pushes open slowly, and Jake peeks his head through the c***k before stepping in, his eyes holding reservations of their own. I feel h
