Chapter 135
Third Person's POV
The air in the conference room turned brittle instantly.
Trista's eyes narrowed, her guard slamming up. "Once you sign those termination papers, that evidence won't have a reason to exist anymore."
Cassian rose slowly from his chair. He rounded the long table and stopped right in front of her.
Planting one hand on the edge of the table, he leaned in, his Alpha aura crowding her space until he was inches from her face, locking onto her eyes.
"Evidence first."
The words were bone-cold, devoid of any emotional flicker. "Or we're done here."
He was holding his pheromones on a tight leash, but the serrated edges of his power still scraped against her senses.
Trista snapped, the provocation lighting a fire in her. She stood up abruptly. "Cassian, don't pus
