Chapter 83

Wren's POV

I looked at him, and there wasn't a ripple of emotion in my gaze-just a still, lifeless void. A dead lake inside me.

After a moment, I slowly lowered my leg and turned to face him. My voice came out hoarse, as if scraped by sandpaper.

"If you don't want to interfere with my fate, then why are you here stopping me?"

The man took a drag of his cigarette and exhaled slowly. Smoke curled up