CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO
TRISTAN’S POV
Why the damn hell was I not getting a wink of sleep? Why did I suddenly care about that look of fear in her eyes? I shifted and turned, possibly a million times, and yet, not even a wink could sleep slip past the sudden wall of insomnia.
“Just f**k her already,” Logan mumbled, sounding a bit aggravated.
“What? I wasn’t even thinking of-I mean, I never thought- you know what? Shut the f**k up already,” I was aggravated enough and that damn wolf was not making it any easier for me.
“Oh, please,” He paused and I could almost picture him smirk-if wolves do smirk- as the next words flew out of his lips, “Just do what you do best, Tristan. Ruin her in the worst ways possible,”
“You don’t have to remind me of how much of a monster I’m,” I stepped out of bed
