Chapter 425
- Third Person's POV
- Trista didn't flinch. She looked him dead in the eye, her gaze as flat as a frozen lake. "Cassian, I would rather starve to death than touch a single thing you make. You have no idea how pathetic you look right now—the biggest joke I've ever seen."
- She just watched him, waiting. Waiting for the explosion. Waiting for the beast to finally tear through whatever was left of his sanity.