Chapter 58
Trista's POV
His hands hovered over the sofa back. His knuckles tightened slowly, and veins surfaced.
His chest rose and fell noticeably, as if suppressing an instinctive rage or perhaps a rising panic.
He finally walked toward me, step by step.
His hands clamped my shoulders. The pressure wasn't harsh, but it framed me securely in front of him. "Trista, tell me, what do I need to do so you won't insist on breaking the mating bond?"
His pheromones showed a slight tendency to leak out. His Alpha instinct was trying to reclaim control with dominance and promises.
But all I felt on my shoulders was weight, not safety.
I shook my head. "Cassian, whatever you do now is too late."
A subtle sting pricked my throat. I still said the sentence. "The thought of you being back with
