Chapter 145
Third Person's POV
He seemed to drift for a split second, but his voice remained maddeningly calm. "If you hadn't started making a scene about terminating the bond in the first place, none of this would have escalated to this point."
Trista let out a sharp, bitter laugh—one that held no warmth, only a bone-chilling coldness. "So, in your eyes, I'm just supposed to accept being betrayed? I'm supposed to clean up the mess for all of you and carry the full weight of your schemes? Is that it?"
Cassian's patience had worn thin. His voice was laced with blatant irritation. "It's not betrayal; it's my past. You are my mate—you were supposed to accept it from the start."
The second those words left his mouth, the air in the room felt like it had been set on fire.
Trista snapped.
