Chapter 25
Trista's POV
Cassian silenced the comm-stone light and put it back in his pocket.
That hint of intimacy in his eyes vanished with the black light. It felt like a thin needle had been pulled from my chest, dulling the pain.
I fiercely pushed the surging pheromones back down—the driver was still in the car. I couldn't lose control here.
The car ride was silent. We pulled up to the Ironthorn House.
He got out first and opened my door.
On the other side, Wynn got out carrying a bag. She brightened instantly, seeing us stand side-by-side.
I gave a self-deprecating, bitter smile. The naive Wynn probably thought we had made up.
Cassian didn't walk inside. He merely glanced between me and Wynn. His voice was low. "You two talk. I have to go out on business."
His words hit my c
