The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 313

Third Person's POV

Trista had definitely had one too many. She didn't so much walk as slide through the open door, quiet as a ghost.

Inside, she saw Humphrey wrapping a passed-out Samantha in a tablecloth and tossing her onto the king-sized bed with zero grace. Cassian was standing nearby, stone-faced, cleaning out a glass like he was erasing the evidence of some sedative.

Once Humphrey finished, he grabbed a comm-stone and started trying to hack it.

The two of them were working like a well-oiled machine, whispering to each other in short bursts. It was obvious they were in the middle of some shady hunt.

Trista crouched low, stalking them like a panther. she crept up right behind them and suddenly shouted, "SURPRISE!"

The glass slipped right out of Cassian's hand. Humphrey jumped so hard the comm-stone nearly hit the ceiling.

They both spun around, looking completely shell-shocked. Trista stared at Cassian. "What are you two doing here?"

Cassian noticed the glassy look in Trista's eyes—she was clearly drunk and her logic was out the window.

He shot a lethal glare at Humphrey. "You left the door open?"

Humphrey's heart was doing about 200 beats per minute. He started stammering, "I... I was focused on the stone, I might have..."

While Humphrey was busy making excuses, Trista had already slipped into the bedroom.

Before either of them could stop her. She delivered a massive, bone-jarring slap to Samantha's face, effectively waking her up from her drug-induced sleep.

Humphrey felt his soul leave his body.

Cassian had gone through all that trouble to knock Samantha out just to get his hands on that hidden comm-stone. He was seconds away from copying the data on Crispin's accident, and now Trista had blown the whole operation with one slap.

He took a peek at Cassian and saw his pheromones were turning into a dark, suffocating cloud.

Samantha woke up screaming, clutching her face. When she saw Trista, she froze. "What are you doing here?"

Trista pointed at the two men. "Honey, wake up. You're being—"

Before the word "played" could leave her mouth, Cassian scooped Trista up over his shoulder and hauled her out of the room.

Samantha watched them go, her heart sinking at Trista's warning.

She scrambled to check her bag. When she found the hidden comm-stone was still there, she let out a shaky breath of relief.

She looked at Humphrey. "What happened? Why did I pass out?"

He buried his forehead against her neck, right over her racing pulse.

He inhaled her scent greedily, his breathing heavy and ragged. He let out a low, bestial growl. "If your wolf wasn't still healing, I'd mark this bond so deep you wouldn't be able to leave this bed for three days."

Struggling to keep his self-control from shattering, Cassian pulled away.

He was clumsy but incredibly gentle as he stripped off her coat and shoes and tucked her under the covers.

He sat by the bed for a long time, staring at her defenseless, sleeping face.

He couldn't help himself—he kept leaning down to leave tiny, possessive kisses on her forehead and lips, trying to replace any other scent with his own pine.

When Cassian finally made it back to his own room, the nauseating scent of Samantha was already waiting for him.

Seeing her in a silk slip that barely covered anything, the lust in Cassian's eyes turned to pure ice. He scowled.

Samantha stepped forward, letting a strap slide off her shoulder while releasing a wave of suggestive pheromones.

Her voice was soft and breathy. "Cassian, I've been waiting all night. Can I come in? I have some 'private' things I want to talk about. Just the two of us."