Chapter 143
Trista's POV
This was Los Angeles.
This was Ironthorn territory.
This was the playground of Cassian and Howard, and everyone who shared their blood.
I should have seen this coming a mile away.
Night fell fast, and the LA temperature plummeted with it.
I stood on the curb, pulling my coat tighter. The white mist of my breath vanished into the air—looking like a wish torn to shreds before it could even hit the ground.
"Luna Trista—"
A car window slid down a short distance away. It was Wynn.
I stopped and watched as the car pulled up beside me.
After I got in, as we talked, I started piecing together exactly what had gone down inside Ironthorn over the last few days.
Alaina had been so blindsided by my arrest that she'd lost control and had to be rushed to the healing
