Chapter 345
- Third Person's POV
- Trista set down her silver fork, her tone turning blunt and jagged. "Cassian, did it ever occur to you that I barely touch the food whenever we come to these fancy places? I hate the food here. Every time I finish playing the part for you, I have to go home and find something real to eat."
- Cassian's expression soured. He stared at the expensive, untouched entree.