Chapter 93

Wren's POV

I lowered my gaze.

To someone like Jonas Flint, I didn't even have the right to exist in his line of sight-much less expect concern.

Every time we crossed paths, his words cut sharper than a blade. If that's the reception I always got, why would I ever look forward to seeing him?

And now that he'd found me here... it could only mean the Grimjaw Pack wouldn't be far behind.

Those lunatic