Chapter 185
- Third Person's POV
- Isaiah leaned against the windshield, arching an eyebrow at her. "Seriously? It's New Year's Eve in LA. You're not going to leave a world-class Alpha like me to spend it alone, are you? Come on, take me around."
- Trista didn't say a word. She casually tossed the bag of expensive healing salves into a nearby trash can and climbed into the passenger seat.