Chapter 127

Wren Thorne took a deep breath, her expression like stone carved by ice.

She had no desire to waste more words with Garrick Rookwood or that two-faced snake, Daphne. Her tone was low, steady, and cold as the northern wind.

"Dion," she said sharply, "call Prince Theron. Tell him to come. Now."

Dion nodded with grim resolve, already reaching for his communicator when Garrick moved faster than lightn