Chapter 92

Jonas's POV

I slid back into the car, placing the enormous bouquet of red roses on the passenger seat. The overwhelming floral scent filled the space, sweet and heavy-almost too much.

I glanced at the flowers, imagining the look on Wren's face when she saw them. Maybe she'd freeze, startled. Maybe her eyes would well up with tears, her lips would tremble, and she'd finally realize I wasn't such a