The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 158

Chapter 158 

Trista’s POV 
It was already dark by the time I left Sanctum. 

The night wind swirled up from the steps, carrying the damp chill of the city. 

Back in my car, I dug out the number of the antique collector who had bought my obsidian cane. 

I had to buy it back. 

It wasn’t just objects to me; it was the mark of my bloodline, the last shred of dignity I wanted to protect after the Silverlight pack’s decline. 

I called twice. No answer. 

I ended up calling the middleman. His tone was evasive, only saying he’d call me back later. 

When I got home, Cassian wasn’t back yet. 

I showered, changed into my pajamas, and curled up in the corner of the sofa to wait. 

The house was too quiet–so quiet I could hear the rhythm of my own heartbeat. 

Paisley walked over, her voice barely a whisper. “Luna Trista, dinner is ready. I’m heading back now.” 

I stood up to walk her to the door. 

Cassian didn’t like having Paisley living here long–term. 

He only had Paisley come over to cook when needed and tidy up while he was away. 

Just like everything else, he liked things controlled, organized, and held firmly in the palm of his hand. 

After Paisley left, my phone finally rang. 

I picked it up instantly. 

The person on the other end told me, in a clinical, business–like tone, that the obsidian cane had already been sold to another buyer for a much higher price. 

In that second, the strength left my body. 

My emotions exploded. “We signed a sales contract! I have the right of first refusal to buy those back. Why didn’t you notify me before selling my property to someone else?” 

The man’s attitude was as cold as stone. “The cane was sold for a higher offer. If you want to pursue this, Ms. Holmes, feel free to take the contract to court.” 

He hung up. 

I gripped my phone, my mind a tangled mess, feeling as though a pack of wolves was howling inside my head. 

If I couldn’t get that cane back, I would never forgive myself. 

The sound of the lock turning came from behind me. 

I whipped around. 

Cassian walked in carrying a black briefcase. I recognized it immediately—it was the exact case that held the cane set. 

My fingertips went ice–cold. 

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