Chapter 66

Third Person's POV

To Wren, Garrick Rookwood was like a blade suspended at her throat-one wrong move and she'd bleed. Only distance could offer her any safety from a creature like him.

Garrick stared at her, his dark gaze filled with something unfamiliar-hesitation? Pity? But it vanished almost as soon as it surfaced, replaced by his usual cold, ruthless indifference.

"What are you so afraid of?"