Chapter 68
Third Person's POV
Fred was silent now, slowly turning the wine in his glass.
The Trista now wasn't the fierce, bright daughter of the Silverlight Alpha he remembered, but the pride was still in her blood.
That essence couldn't be scrubbed out.
She would never stoop to harassing Samantha and Algernon unless she was desperate.
If she'd sunk this low, it meant they had completely cornered her.
"Even if Trista did go after her," Fred said, his tone turning serious, "it's because you drove her to it."
He looked directly at Cassian. "Trista is not the problem here."
Cassian rubbed his temples, his voice low with fatigue. "I'm leaving for my trip this week. I need you to keep an eye on things while I'm gone."
"I'm worried Trista will cause trouble for Samantha again."
Fred
