Chapter 132
Trista's POV
The next morning, Fred sent over an invite. I turned him down.
The reason was simple: I didn't want to see Cassian anymore.
But around seven in the evening, Wynn showed up at my parents' place. She pulled out the full "little sister" routine—pouting, acting pitiful, even going so far as to fully suppress her Ironthorn pheromones to look harmless.
She clung to my arm and wouldn't let go, her eyes wide and pleading. "Just come with me once. Just this once."
She wore me down until my head ached.
I knew she wasn't just being a brat; she wanted to see if I'd still play the part—if I'd follow that mangled mating bond and crawl back into the little circle Cassian had drawn for me.
In the end, I gave in.
Not because I was soft, but because I was tired of Silverlig
