The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 339

Third Person's POV

Setting aside her deep-seated hatred for Samantha, Trista's code as a healer wouldn't allow it. Ripping open someone's consciousness without their consent was a total violation of professional ethics.

She stood up to leave, but Cassian's arm shot out. A heavy wave of Alpha aura instantly blocked the dining room exit, cutting her off.

Cassian tried to rein in his aggression, his voice dropping to a low, almost pleading rasp. "Trista, there's a reason I'm keeping her around. If you help me, we can finally dig up the truth buried in that mess."

Trista shoved him back.

Her eyes were like ice, her voice sharp and final. "Cassian, I don't care about your excuses, and I definitely don't want to know your 'truth.' The answer is no. Find someone else to do your dirty work."

Whether Cassian really wanted to investigate Samantha or was just looking for an excuse to force Trista to look after her, she didn't care. She wasn't nodding along to this.

Trista turned and headed for the master bedroom.

Behind her, Cassian's voice rose, edged with urgency. "What if she's involved in a cold-blooded murder? What if she's a criminal who's been dodging the law and the Council for years? Would you still refuse then?"

Trista stopped, looking back over her shoulder. "If she really committed a major crime, the police and the Council will hunt her down. They don't need a healer to play detective."

Seeing her push back so hard, Cassian stepped toward her, his aura dissipating. "Fine. If you're that against it, forget I asked. I won't force you."

He reached out and caught her wrist, his voice stiff but compromising. "Your blood sugar is low. Finish your dinner before you go to bed."

They finished the meal in a suffocating silence.

Afterward, Cassian went into his study, and Trista retreated to her room.

All night, the sound of Cassian's heavy footsteps echoed from the study.

His wolf was pacing, battering against his logic. If Trista wouldn't invade Samantha's mind, he needed a Plan B—but his patience with that she-wolf had officially run out.

Trista tossed and turned, her mind racing with the "secret" Cassian had mentioned. Suddenly, a spark of inspiration hit her, and she sat bolt upright.

At 2:00 AM, Trista padded across the cold floor on bare feet and knocked on the study door.

The door opened, and they locked eyes in the dim light of the hallway.

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