Chapter 50

Wren's POV

The moment I closed the door behind me, I collapsed onto the bed with a long, weary sigh.

Moon above, how I'd missed the feel of an actual mattress.

If I hadn't been stolen at birth, if fate had played fair just once, I'd have woken up on a bed like this every single morning for the last twenty-three years. Not on concrete. Not on wood. Not on moldy blankets in a storage closet.

I close