Chapter 116

Dion froze for a beat. Then he shot the driver a venomous glare before slamming the passenger door shut with an exaggerated huff. With a pout, he stomped around the car and dropped into the back seat, arms crossed and brimming with indignation.

The car rolled forward, smooth and silent as a panther, but the tension inside was palpable.

Dion kept stealing daggered glances at Wren, his nose ever so