Trista's POVI stood in the bathroom for a long time, hands braced on the counter, staring at my reflection.My face was pale, but my eyes were hard and cold.I didn't cry.I just suddenly realized I had endured this exact scenario too many times.When I emerged, the living room was already full of people.I stood back for a moment. The pain in my chest didn't dissipate; instead, it felt like it was forcing me, inch by inch, to make a choice.I knew clearly: if I didn't speak tonight, the matter would be dragged out further, slowly crushed by "decency," "holidays," and "family," leaving only me trapped where I was.I walked toward Howard, my voice steady, almost detached. "There are some things I need to say."Cassian's gaze instantly sharpened.He strode over and grabbed my wrist. The force wasn't heavy, but it conveyed an undeniable sense of control. "Trista and I have something to attend to. We'll be leaving now."In that moment, I distinctly felt the mating bond tighten within me.
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