Chapter 394

• Third Person's POV
• Alistair flicked his prayer beads, the obsidian clacking sharply. "Trista is young, gorgeous, and has a hell of a lot of heart. I really like her. I think I'll be seeing a lot more of her from now on."
• Watching Cassian's nails practically dig into his own palms, Alistair added one last twist of the knife. "If you've got a problem with that, feel free to try and talk her out of it. Let's see if she actually wants to stay away from me."