Chapter 183
- Trista's POV
- "I messed up your wrist during that last scuffle," Cassian's voice was eerily calm—the kind of quiet you only get right before a hurricane hits. "Tell me, what's it going to take to wipe the slate clean?"
- "I want to hear your bones snap under my own hands!" Attwater spat, his voice thick with pure, unadulterated venom.