Chapter 391

• Third Person's POV
• Cassian forced himself to stand, his face a mask of lethal shadows. He shot Alistair a cold warning. "Play your power games all you want, but leave Trista out of it. She doesn't belong in your world!"
• Alistair toyed with his obsidian beads, his voice smooth but every word meant to twist the knife. "She and I are exactly the same kind of person. On the other hand, Alpha Cassian, she's definitely made sure she's no longer in yours."