Chapter 144
Trista's POV
For a split second, the moment his fingertips brushed my skin, he stiffened.
His brow furrowed, and he grabbed my wrist, practically half-dragging, half-carrying me through the door.
The moment it slammed shut behind us, the last shred of my public restraint shattered.
I lost it.
Everything within reach—the junk on the coffee table, the decor along the walls, the folders on the entryway console—I hurled it all at him.
The sharp c***k of porcelain shattering echoed through the living room one after another. My wolf was roaring in my chest, and all the suppressed fear, humiliation, and rage finally burst through the dam.
He tilted his head to dodge a flying object, then lunged forward, pinning both my wrists and slamming me against the wall.
"Enough."
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