Chapter 91
Third Person's POV
Cassian ignored Trista's protests and drove her straight back to her rented apartment.
Late at night, the wind was cold outside the apartment building. The streetlights stretched their shadows long and thin.
This was a human neighborhood. The surface was quiet, as if nothing had happened. But in Cassian's perception, the thin barrier surrounding the building filtered every rise and fall of pheromones. He had to keep his own scent suppressed to avoid causing a stir.
Trista stood at the main door, her eyes still red, looking fragile.
She blocked the entrance, preventing him from crossing the threshold, her voice rigidly cold. "When you decide to proceed with the termination ritual, just notify me."
Cassian watched her, his eyes so dark they held almost no
