Chapter 158

Theron's POV

The downpour outside was relentless, but even that couldn't mask the scent of her - soft, delicate, and slightly sweet, like night-blooming jasmine after a storm. I could hear Torin shouting in the distance, his voice hoarse and desperate, but it was nothing more than noise to me now.

My focus was entirely on her.

Wren.

I watched from the shadows of the corridor as she sprinted down t