Chapter Ninety-One
Trina’s POV
Dressed in a short romper just because I feel rebellious after everything that happened yesterday, I walk down the stairs and head to the kitchen, not exactly excited about what the day holds for me. I am yet to find anything tangible and time is no longer on my side. It is only a matter of time before someone in the pack, perhaps Anne, finds out I am Logan’s mate. And when that happens, I will lose the element of surprise that cloaks and hides me away from view. There wouldn’t be enough opportunity to get rid of this pack. If I am going to do anything, I have to do it pretty soon.
The smell of toast and freshly brewed coffee floats in the air as I saunter in, meeting Imelda and another chef by the counter, their hands busy. I move to grab an apron when Im
