Any thought I had of Zayn being worse disappeared as Ian's eyes landed on me.
I couldn't tell him who had touched me because I was not only tired, and didn't notice anyone scenting me, but also because I didn't want members of the pack getting in trouble for nothing.
And that made him insufferable. Brenda and Zayn had already gone on ahead to start planning for the cooking, but Ian pinned me against the car, pestering me with questions.
"You look tired. Why did you get out of bed this morning?"
On a normal day, I would have answered his question politely, but it wasn't a normal day, and I was tired and frustrated.
"I already told you this before. I am fine. Did you forget I slept in for almost three days? I am fine. If I was tired, you should be more. Now, let me go. Brenda needs my h
