Mated to the Beast of the Wasteland novel Chapter 248

Chapter 248 Not Even a Little?

Chapter 248 Not Even a Little?

He’s burning up with heat powder. What’s he doing out here?

“Didn’t Adrian get you out of here?”

Gillian stepped aside, figuring he was heading for the warship.

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He stopped right in front of her instead, his fox eyes locked on her face in this heavy, weird silence.

“Tristan, if you’re not getting on, I am.” The way he was looking at her made her skin prickle.

“Gillian, just give me a minute. One minute.”

The heat was eating Tristan from the inside. He’d popped the top button of his uniform.

His nails were dug so deep into his palms that he’d drawn blood, but the sting barely cut through the fever crawling through his veins.

When she didn’t answer right away, he let out a hollow laugh. “I’m not gonna do anything. I just need to ask you something.”

Gillian nodded at Lily and Ruby, and they went into the warship.

Tristan stepped off to the side, and it hit her-this was exactly how he’d pulled her aside on their first trip out, trying to buy her wrist terminal.

Gillian said, “Tristan, I think we’re way past the wrist terminal thing. Merrick said you could keep the S- class one. The second you shift human, it’s yours.”

It was wild how things turned out. They’d nearly killed each other over that wrist terminal, and now here they were, back-to-back against scale parasites.

And today, she owed him one. He’d pulled Camilla out.

Tristan stumbled to a stop in front of her. The sun caught her from behind, making her look cold and distant.

His brain slammed backward without warning-her on the warship that first time, all sharp edges and zero filter.

There she was in the medical hall, a cleric barely level 3, nearly flipping him onto his back.

They’d hated each other from the first second. But his heart was hammering now, the heat powder twisting every thought into chaos, reason and hunger tearing each other apart. The Gillian from then bled into the one standing right in front of him.

“Gillian, are you Lawrence Sterling’s daughter?”

“Yeah. Why?”

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Chapter 248 Not Even a Little?

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Gillian’s strength was coming back, but so was the heat. Her fingers were starting to tingle. She couldn’t stand out here much longer.

“Tristan, if you don’t know what you’re trying to say, just message me. I’ve gotta go.”

“Why…” His voice scraped out like gravel. He took a step toward her, unsteady. “I’m supposed to hate you.”

His hand reached for her hair, trembling, and jerked back at the last second, like he’d touched fire.

“Tristan, did the heat powder cook your brain?”

Gillian stepped back, and her eyes went hard. If he tried that again, she’d put him down./

That look hit him square in the chest, but the heat twisted the pain into something worse. He wanted even that just her looking at him one more second.

His throat moved, and he forced a self-mocking smile. His sharp teeth bit down so hard, holding back his reckless words, that blood beaded at the corner.

He shoved the silver chain into her hand. “Elara gave me this. She said the Lawson family and the Sterling family had an arrangement. This chain is proof. So I’m yours.”

Gillian snatched her hand back like she’d been burned. “Because you say so?”

The chain sat alone in Tristan’s palm. He paused, and his voice dropped to almost nothing. “I just wanna know… was there ever a second? Just one?”

If she said yes, he’d bond. Right there.

“Sorry, Major Lawson. I don’t hate myself enough to fall for a guy who’s tried to kill me more times than I

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