The Heartbroken Luna's Choice Banish Love novel Chapter 347

Third Person's POV

He buried his head deep into the crook of her neck, greedily inhaling the scent of herbs and cool rain before it vanished forever.

His voice was small, stripped of all pride. "Just let me hold you. Just for a second."

Trista's struggling slowly died down.

Cassian tightened his grip, his nails almost digging into her clothes.

If he could, he would have frozen time right there—anything to stop the clock from hitting nine and ending his world.

Feeling the air squeezed out of her, Trista gave a sharp, low warning. "Cassian. That's enough."

Her blatant disgust hit him like a poison needle to the spine.

He remembered a time, back in that freezing bedroom, when he'd thrown that exact same phrase at a bright-eyed Trista who just wanted to be near him. "That's enough."

He finally understood: being treated like a burden by your mate felt like having your heart torn out by a predator's teeth.

Cassian let go, his hands stiff. The bloodshot corners of his eyes looked raw in the morning light.

His throat worked as he forced out a single word. "Let's go."

Neither of them had the stomach for breakfast.

Cassian grabbed her carry-on and followed her out like a shadow. They ran into Fred the moment they stepped downstairs.

Fred eyed the suitcase, raising a brow. "Moving day? Where are we migrating to this early in the morning?"

Trista caught Cassian's eye and cut him off before he could speak. "I'm moving back to my parents' place," she said flatly.

Until the bond was officially severed, anything could happen.

She wasn't about to give Fred—or anyone—the details.

Just then, Isaiah scrambled out of the elevator.

He caught the scent of tension in the air and hurried over. "Trista, I know the way. Let me drive you."

Trista frowned. She hadn't expected these two to be hanging out.

"I'm good," she said politely. "Cassian and I are going to my parents' to handle some family business. You guys go ahead."

Isaiah reached for the suitcase in Cassian's hand, but Fred grabbed him by the collar and hauled him back.

Cassian shot them both a lethal look, then led Trista to his car.

Once the black sedan pulled away, Fred finally let the kid go.

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