CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX
TRISTAN’S POV
Ava Butler is the pinnacle of my happiness and tonight, I was certain of that. Within just two hours into the night she’d promised me, she had managed to break down every single inhibition in my bones. Was this what it felt like to be happy? Never to worry what everybody was saying about me or fuel into their fear of you just because that is the only way you felt like you were on the upper hand.
From where I sat in the pub, I took in the sights, ignoring the curious looks and the whispers. Ava was by the counter placing our orders-upon her insistence-while I waited, fingers drumming quietly on the table. I watched her chat animatedly to the bartender, a few chuckles leaving her lips.
“We won, huh,” Logan mused inside my head.
“Yes , we did. She is the
