Chapter 4

I couldn’t sleep. No matter how many times I turned over in that massive guest bed, the sheets felt too cool against my heated skin, and my mind kept spinning in circles. Tristan’s scent on the borrowed shirt wrapped around me like a tease. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw his broad shoulders, felt the ghost of his lips on my forehead, and remembered the way he’d looked at me like I was something worth wanting. Jax’s cruel words still lingered too, but they were fading under a wave of something far more dangerous need.

After an hour of tossing, I slipped out of bed, the...