The Price of Blood

Third Person's POV

Torin Thorne sat paralyzed in his study. The heavy leather chair, which usually felt like a throne of his authority, now felt like a cage. Dim lamps cast long, jagged shadows across the polished mahogany desk, mimicking the dark, chaotic thoughts tearing through his mind.

Just down the hallway, past a single door, Wren lay unconscious in the guest room.

The sister he had dism